The autumn leaves
Falling off the trees
Jack Frost nipping
At your knees
Winter is coming
The snow is falling
Sweet feeling of the frigid wind
The white wonder
That melts in your mouth
Livin’ in a winter wonderland
Is a treat in its self
Then the blizzard hits
The clouds are angry
They are in fits
People sit in watching
The clouds are angry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like the transition from passive 'nipping' by jack frost to angry clouds and a blizzard hitting us. good personification.