A stillness being created within depths of this soul,
silent and beautiful like a winter's night, falling
and growing into many feet of cold snow.
Icicles hanging delicately from eaves all along the
house, lights being fractioned into prisms of joy
and happiness in minds of family members.
Noticing their balance here in the freezing weather
of a winter's solemn evening, a mere poet's imagina-
tion creating this winter wonderland.
Doing so within intellect and imagination, a wonderful
memory having been made, reflecting itself throughout
the rest of this poetical life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem