The bare trees hovering above,
The branches rattling in the wind,
The leaves decaying in the ground,
The mud a slogging slope,
The rain falling with resent,
The damp wetness hanging about,
The grey sky darkening around,
The clouds a suffocated crowd,
The cold air coated with frost,
The bleak days are stlll here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem