its 8: 38 and darkness falls
i stare out the window
watching as the snow falls
but is it snow or is it rain
it is not one but its is both
combined together
this makes the ground cold and sleek
ice shiny as glass paves the roads
animal prints in the snow
the darkness is quite or as so it seems
if you Liston oh so carefully
you here the wind whistling
animals scurrying from tree to tree
in the woods you do not see them
but they are there watching you
watching your every move
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem