Snow is falling all around,
wind is blowing; makes loud sounds,
branches breaking from heavy snow,
nature’s pruning as it goes.
Trees are barren; flowers are dead,
summer dreams look ahead,
long for warmth and sunshine bright,
eagerly awaiting summer’s long night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Here here! A summer man like myself can appreciate a poem such as this.