When the winter is on ~
And grass dances to the tunes of dews,
then the wind carries the lusty scent,
And sunrays becomes gentle
under the thick and rich clouds,
And ocean plays a symphony
then radiant spring blooms,
Indeed, it is a gift from God.
Yellow faces of daffodils delights
when they sing and dance
with the occasional rain,
resounding pit, pat, pit, pat ~
It recreates the memory and desire
of mellower season.
No gem or gold can give this pleasure,
No melody is better than the harvest song.
When ice is in making ~
this world looks good enough to bite
and when it melts in the mouth
we get a true taste of the winter season.
Very very true: No gem or gold can give this pleasure, No melody is better than the harvest song.
Resounding pit, pat, pit, pat......felt the delicate sound!
This world looks good enough to bite and when it melts in the mouth we get a true taste of the winter season. Scintillating poem on the last season of the year Full 5 Stars score
A magnificent poem well crafted. Each and every stanza stands out Amazing closure lines.
Every season has its own beauty and wonder. Winter gives us time to hibernate to gain strength.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow so well thought poem. I admire the imagery you created with this poem.