The night sobbed
her heart-out near-fully,
that is why the day arises happy.
Joyous as a songbird full of mirth
but see how the blackbird is nesting
in some dark shadows girth.
Gazing through yellow-ringed eyes,
her eye is like the centre
of a yew tree berry
it speaks of a defining terror
when autumn fruits are falling
to the call of winter weather.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I liked this poem, I am a lover of winter because I can remain in a blanket even in day hours.