Across a moonlit field,
through a star-filled winters sky;
The first snowflake falls to the earth,
the spirit of winter has finally arived.
Miles and miles of ice and snow,
but her work here is not yet done;
She lays out thousands of tiny diamonds,
to sparkle and dance in the morning sun.
Serene and silent,
she holds the world in her frigid grip;
As if to forever lock its crystal beauty,
with a touch of her frozen fingertips.
*12-18-03
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely write, Nikia. Beautiful word picture of a wintertime scene. A pleasure to read.Thanks and best wishes to you. Richard