The Winter's Step Poem by KunJung Hsiao

Maple's red leaves are falling,
as autumn wind becomes chill.
Summer's passion still remains,
the winter is quietly approaching.

Do you smell the festivals that
belong to the warmth of winter?
The fresh snow on the mountain
imprints the footprints of elk,
Santa Claus begins busy for the child
who lives in your heart for this hard year.

Maybe it will be cold and dark when snow,
you will feel warm if your heart is warm.