There's a misty rain outside,
So inside my room I hide.
Looking out my window pane,
At the January rain.
Trees like spectres raise their limbs,
As the sunlight slowly dims.
As the northern wind tears their leaves,
And my heart for summer grieves.
1/13/11 Alton Texas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Alas my friend, so does mine..... nice poem, wonderful thought.