like a child
light loves
to play in snow
in fresh fallen snowfall
in unmarked untrodden snowfall...
both light and children find delight
an invitation irresistible playing
in fresh snow by day by moonlight
snow calls light and children come
as swift in time as each chance can
drawn to lure irresistible fresh snow
perceive puzzle the way light
illuminates faint etched patterns
wind written on tapestry snow...
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem