The fog hangs on in
The air and makes the
Road ahead invisible,
The morning walkers
Enjoy the winter and
With them roads, parks,
Fields and lawns are full;
The fog hangs on in
The air till the light,
Of the sun appears in
The sky and flowers
Bloom and surly bees
And birds sing in delight.
Narration of the panorama in a winter morning, the invisible surroundings and columns of morning walkers has made the poem on winter unique. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful winter morning scene re-created with meticulous detail. Thanks for the poem.