the cold wind begins to stir
and so we light the fire
the warbler dances on the lawn
the blackbird calls alarm
some may pray to hold it back
but still the winter comes
maple leaves hold tight to life
consoling a grieving tree
a man sits by his window ledge
to frame his winter view
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is great. Living in L.A., this makes me feel like winter isn't just a fairy tale, that it actually may be real. I felt lke I was looking out Thoreau's porch.