In the middle of the night
I find myself
wide awake...
Thinking
when I should be dreaming
Unsuccessfully convincing
myself to relax
Trying to clear my mind
of unsettling thoughts
Searching for slumber
Turning to a winter scene
outside my window
The pristine snow
is calming and still
erasing restless images…
1/28/2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem