what if we wrote notes in the snow
here we were when the birds finished the breadcrumb trail
and farther along, here we sat down on a frozen log
consuming the last of the berries
and on a white stone wrote our last testament.
what if the snow froze forever
the trees as well; all in a pale green glaze...
making our permafrost poetry,
mary angela douglas 13 november 2020
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem