Winter Poem by Vizo Meyase

O! Would I be told?
The wonders of a winter:
That, what more be warmth:
Than a sunny day;
What more be inevitable:
Than a stroke of wind;
And what be more longed:
To awaken ones desire:
Having the golden sunshine rays?
The bed of the ground:
Dewdrops covered the grasses.

Snowfall of vale: around the globe
What more than a wish to see:
A snowfall in wintry days;
What more than to be frozen:
Gulping a chill glass in winter?

What more...than a winter that's colder?
The foggy: dewdrops fallen morning;
The cloudy daylight sky;
The sunset that makes one heart wishing not to be gone;
The eve's stars so bright and shone:
The dewy night that bites the skin so flawlessly,
What more than a winter night that goes silence?

O! What wondrous of daylight be told?
And what more, but! Winter daylight is wished never to end?
What more...the cold wind that's whispering on the ear:
Winter wonders of cold air that one breathes:

Will I be gone to the light of summer?
Where stoke of a wind make way too gentle?
Yet, whence be the rustle of a leaf,
With the hustle on the wind;
That falls to the ground: dying away there?
And, what more than winter one wished in summer?
What more be blissful filled, thus: Winter.

A Season that's worth beyond words;
Its presence of night, that silently passes by,
O! What ecstasy unsounded tune it chimes:
The melody played on the air,
That travels in heart to harmonize ones soul,
Wind of change, in the atmosphere:
What more be called; Thus! Winter: