My hope of crisp days, crunchy snow
And coloured scarves
Has been lost
Since the grey fog crept in
Chilling everything in its way
To the bone.
The golden glow of autumn
Left with the sun
A lifetime ago
Along with my chance to hibernate
Snuggled down in
The cosy layers of leaves.
So here I am
Caught in the freezer
Stomping
To keep the frostbite at bay
Frozen breath
On frozen hands.
Focused,
Focused on surviving
Till spring returns
To melt my world
And you
Come back
To me.
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I would like to translate this poem
My hope of crisp days, crunchy snow And coloured scarves Has been lost Since the grey fog crept in Chilling everything in its way To the bone.- - -> you have a rhythm to your lines that makes saying the lines out loud easy