Powdery white snow blanketed the trees
Where boughs beckoned to us so peacefully.
The earth was once green and brought flowers and joy.
Up in the frozen sky stars tell us stories.
The cold winter night lasted
But the world was warm in my home,
Covered with quiet snow.
A memory of a rose flickered
And then a whisper of one returned
By firelight, quickened.
As a Frost fan I agree-so delicately painted-Serene and sincere- needs to be rated
This one that would please even Robert Frost. Take a look at mine - Frost Flowers. Adeline
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a peaceful bit of poetry; how could anyone but love it. (and Adeline is correct; Frost would surely love it too!)