The snow
driven by some
insatiable curiosity
rushes towards
the open door
and its host
of happy voices
only to have it
shut in its face.
Still ever eager
it clings to the window
sometimes slipping
but coming back again
and again
in the hurry
of a flurry
its nose pressed
against the pane
wanting to know
what being human
is...all about?
Only I
fascinated by it
as it is with me
gaze out
at its eternity
forever
falling in my mind
upon my face
behind the glass.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The snow driven by some insatiable curiosity :))) rushes towards the open door.... I feel like a kid listening to magical tales about a snow - lovely fresh poem awakening the child in the reader...