This morning it began to snow
Now the daffodils have their heads bowed low.
I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go
And that old West wind has started to blow,
I've got so much to say but no one wants to know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sweet little poem, I loved reading it. Unlike the other two of yours that I've just now read, it's not sensual. The poem, so well written, deserves full marks and I gladly give it: 5 Stars *****! I recommend this poem to be selected as the 'Member Poem of the Day'.