The seasons come and go
And I’m still standing in the snow
Can’t seem to get my feet free
Consuming depths are freezing me
In the larger cycle of nature, we can believe Spring will come back. For the individual that is stuck in the snow what does that mean? Your poem raises a very real question. An optimistic 'Pull your self out of it.' only makes sense to one standing clear on firm ground. Tom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good analogy. Though with the climate change crisis, we can't be quite as sure that winter will so easily glide into spring, or spring to summer. Perhaps some day summer will find it just as hard to move ahead as we often do. Love the poem.