From colours untold to winter white
From hot sunny days to snow and ice
From warm mellow evenings to an icy chill
And long winter evenings we have to fill.
Gone are the leaves that filled the trees
Gone are the birds and the hum of the bees
Gone are the animals their fast asleep
Down in the woods where the wind can't reach
Here is the snow laying soft and white
Here is the holly with berries so bright
Here is the robin with his breast so red
Looking around for some crusts of bread
Here are the snowmen standing all in a row
Here is the mistletoe all tied in a bow
Here comes the wind that blows so harsh
Now everyone knows its winter at last
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem Chris, its winter here at the moment its bleak, its cold and wet, can't wait to feel the sun on my back again regards Bob