Winter- I call her the vixen of chill
She will weave clothing of snow
Drape them over the trees
She is the red rose of season
Creating beautiful coats of snow
Creating blizzards of destruction
Filled with your elegance
I have finally had enough
It is time for you to go
Spring- The lady of gracefulness
She will melt the icy landscapes
She will strip her majestic trees
She is the well-rounded one
Keeping things at a calm pace
Only bringing rain as a tool
But we will not worry
For you will be back soon
To once again rein artistry
For only you make it snow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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