Winter at its worst, cold and dreary.
When whipped-up winds quake the wary,
With falling temperatures and snow:
Freezing exposed skin, fingers, and toes.
In a blitz of polar-felt weather
That stymies the ardent traveller;
People shudder forward in the chill,
Trekking along like penguins uphill.
Seasonal temperaments dissipate
In mutual bonds which people partake;
With each empathizing each other,
When outside challenging the weather.
Winter at its worst, cold and dreary,
In the frigid month of February.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem