I sense it—a something—
as I come awake—
I don't know how I know.
I go to the window
then open the blinds
and there it is! —new snow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Seeing is believing...Perfect poem. Full *****
Thank you for your affirmation, Asim. All the best to you! -Glen