Sketch Poem by dyar Letif dyar08

gently,
the snow was falling and
the village road
frosted with sweet whiteness.
the plum trees,
like icicles, were freezing.
the spring water had become a garden of ice,
the blue vase had been cracked.
the white beard man,
the snow landscape was catching his eye and
He was singing a winter chant.
and the admirable snowman with his soft arms
kept a fire burning
and figs were boiling in a pot.
the white smoke of the fireplaces
Was rising up from the mudhouse's chimneys and
The children had white dreams.
shivering sparrows in cold
were cuddling together under the eaves
The snowflakes like butterfly,
were gently fluttering to the ground.


By: Diyar Latif
Translator: Daliya Raouf