The eyes glaze over
From the icy chill that stings
Pale sand paper lips
Grinding the smooth skin
Frozen hands squeeze together
Creating warm inner pockets
Bones become heavier
Like inner stone in the body
Air of deep blue swords
Travel up the fragile nose
The throat with an inferno
From patches of shivering flames
Winter is here again
With her mighty power
The power to create beauty
And destroy it all at once
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well crafted winters tale,10 from Spain