Tiny snowflakes, crisp and neat
Fall in fellowship at my feet
They cling like magnets to my clothes
Age my brow and chill my nose.
Spirited children of wintery cold,
Ride the winds so brave and bold,
Until they rest upon my hair
And vanish away without a care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great imagery in this lovely snowflake poem. Thanks so much for sharing.