Diagonal snow obliterating clear blue sky,
A cold, white duvet softening our footfalls.
Cushioned silence encompasses the path; our senses.
Trees link arms, jealously guarding the carpet
of last years fallen leaves: untouched by sun or rain.
We emerge to snow's persistent pressure,
Ethereal flakes adorn hair and eyelashes; settle onto soft, yielding mud puddles.
It has life. It is life: a melodic presence, murmuring its music
as it travels on its journey through the years.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem