A Winter storm raged overnight
And left behind a cold, gray sky
Soon the snow will glisten white
When the morning sun is high
But bitter cold, the air now still
The snow's not melting on the hills
On the trees the last leaves cling
It's nature's rest until the Spring.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem on nature having stunning expression and nice diction. Thanks for sharing.