What I see
outside my window
on this
the darkest night:
a Norway spruce
spangled with lights
reflected in the glass
windows and sheen
of an auto in the driveway
and overhead
in the darkest sky
a full moon,
for the winter solstice
has always required
festivity of light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
#22 for the 22nd of December