Outside a car stands all covered in white,
and ice crystals sparkle like diamonds in the moonlight.
Somewhere away from the freezing cold
a fire has been lit that slowly takes hold.
Burning embers swirl and rise to quickly disappear,
out where it's dark, dry and clear.
Flames flicker wildly in an all consuming dance
that drives the mind into a meditative trance.
Such vision brings an overwhelming sense of calm.
Leaving it mesmerised by its hypnotic seductive charm.
It's hard not to fall and escape from this fiery flare,
especially when, what you see, is just burning wood and hot air.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem