Traveller in the snow
your prints are hidden now
you can no longer go
back the way you came
there is no track to show
a landmark you can claim
the snow lies wide and white
your fingers claw the cold
and sun glare blurs your sight
you stand before the night
not knowing where you are
or if you ever might
decipher a way back
to a place from which you came
across snow without a track
you did not think to come
to this place all alone
this place so far from home
and yet you feel you know
you’ve previously been
on journeys across snow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem