A freezing chill sweeps though the air;
Powdered sugar is wept from the clouds,
Piling up high untouched by man
It is the first of many at this time;
Trees and animals have fallen asleep
Children play in their yards all bundled up,
Sugar sticking to their mittens, as balls
Fly through the air.
Celebrations are near,
The gathering of close friends and family bring joy
This is the time of sleep and celebration.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem creates a picture perfect portrait of winter time. I can picture the snow falling. I am not a big fan of wintertime myself, but this is a great poem.