The snow so white, descending,
Falls soft upon the ground,
A gentle silence lending
Which fills the air around.
The herald of December
That fills the air so cold,
And helps us to remember
Christmas will soon be told.
But Christmas will be over
And there's shall come a day
When all our dreams of clover
Like snow shall melt away.
(Thursday,14th December,2017.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really did enjoy reading your poem...I love the way it rhymes as well. Thank you for sharing...A big 10! You would also read my Raindrops Keeps on Falling. Cheryl
Thank you! I am glad you enjoyed it.