From early storms days of snowing
The season's changing, bitter cold
Swift and icy cascades flowing
Through the valley's aspen gold
Soon the mountains will be glowing
A time of beauty for the soul
Soft morning colors paint the snow
And again at sunset Aspenglow.
It is a beautiful poem on nature and winter having haunting expression with nice collocation. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As a reader we can experience the beauty while reading the poem Very well written!