How to paint winter's grey canvas?
Shrouded horizons, benumbed airs?
Some roses bloom fighting frost
Hoary grasses sleep in icy blast
In bleak evenings like a ghost
With a pale lamp trying her utmost
Ascends the Empress of the night
Skirmishing with murk her serene light!
On a bare branch a lonesome bird
Sings a faint song, weak and slurred
Yet still some sweetness from her lay
Drips in the ears, well ends the day
In a balmy niche through window panes
My stray thoughts though not insane
Envision light-some moments of the spring
When rapturous tunes will trill n ring
Thus, there are moments of lonely musings
Visions, indulgences, shared reminiscences
Quell the empty stillness bringing grace
Fills the heart with beatitude, a kindly embrace!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem