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We've drifts of snow as tall as me
'round about our elder tree.
In melancholy, autumn grieves
Where winters blanket drapes her leaves.
Even deer will not track through
A biting frost so pale and new.
The winds of January sing
A cold and very lonely thing,
To shadows with no joy to share,
A witness to the quiet there,
Under starless skies so blue and gray,
On this dark and dreary winter day.
Copyright © MMXV Richard D. Remler
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fabulous poem, Richard...........10+++++++++++++++++