When I tread,
in secret, the untrodden snow,
with Winter,
I shuffle, beside the low sun,
of Autumn
and dance with daisies
in the wild meadow
of Summer.
Underfoot,
the birth of Spring
is difficult.
Sally Plumb
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Splendid poetry…let us have chorus piles of smiles with dandy daisy …thanks sharing… Ms. Nivedita UK 10/10