High on the snow-pummeled col
Huddled in my wet jacket
For the gusting blizzard
I caught mutely their voices-
One broken line of snowgeese
Riding north on the squall and
Vanished
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love your imagery, Craig. Brings a vivid picture to my mind, and reminds me of the Canadian geese that inhabited my front lawn at the lake when I lived in Michigan. Nice read! Linda :)