Gaze up towards
the pale blue sky
and mourn for the
deep blue days of Summer.
Crunch, crunch go your boots
in the cold snow which has fallen
to lie on the hard ground once again.
The coldness of the winter air
numbs your ears and hands
making you long to follow
Summer to the warmth of spanish sands.
But if that's not possible
take heart in the fact that Summer
will return to banish winter once again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
soft poem, good for you poet Andrew Matthews! this poem gives hope and optimistic view and clear idea well done