Like the chilly day
I linger in my bed
and like a sleeping plant
refusing to rise
through the cover
of the frigid snow
I burrow deeper
seeking warmth
under layers
of woolen covers
but the late winter branches
whip in the wind
and clatter against
my shuttered window
Insisting insisting
“Go away! ! ”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem