Snow fall and sleight bells:
Pure white, dark pine tree green and
Ruby red dreaming;
The scent of pine trees;
Murmurings of precious gifts;
The warmth of bright fires.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem to capture the spirit of Christmas and all of its many fine trimmings too. Nicely presented and finely written. AFS. Remain poetry blessed. Thank you Dominic and hang in there as the day approaches and enjoy this festive season and the holiday time it offers.
Thanks Shaun...I'm thoroughly enjoying this Christmastime period...only a few days to go now before the big day!