I wonder about Winter...how does she know her end is near?
That it is time for her to rest a while and Spring to reappear?
Could it be a smile warms her heart when she hears the robin sing
And she allows the ground to soften for the first crocuses of Spring?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A charming little verse with a fine rhythm. Must mug up on you, Jim