Greyly hangs the sky
And chilly winds moan winter to the eves
As, pulling covers close 'gainst draughty day
I catch the sighing of the trees.
They call in vain for sun
Which, peeping from dour clouds with cheery smile
Gives momentary hope that 'ere day's done
Summer will be back for just a little while.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem