White feathers fly like dove
When soft flakes fall from above
Blanket of snow as far as I can see
Glitter like crystal on the trees
Covers the ground for a while
It is hard to shovel this pile
Sharp is the winter breeze
So cold to make you freeze.
Deep winter has its own wonders. A lovely poem with great images
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The falling snow that captivates any poet looks lcaptivatesike dove feathers and the white carpet it spreads on the earth