As night chased the dawn, morning followed,
crunchy cold.
Treading upon the blanket of white,
bringing to light, it’s fluffy surprise..
Snowfall in the woods.
The forest dressed in it’s winter gown,
showing off it’s splender.
Dancing, downy, flakes
flash crystal rainbows.
The crisp morning air
spouted in great, grey bursts
through the nostrils of a stag.
Standing statue still, magnificent.
The business of winter is here.
Mother Nature a stern teacher.
Winter’s test, long and cold,
decides the fate of the forest.
Creatures don their winter dress.
Trading in summer frocks for winter splendor.
The city on the edge of the wood,
rises sleepily to greet the dawn.
Snow topped steeples,
walkways white, shovels ready.
Jack Frost designs the windows,
child’s delight.
Rosy cheeks; a winters kiss.
Snowball fights; hit and miss.
Frozen flakes of crystal ice,
melt on rosy cheeks, a winter’s kiss.
Snow designs a winter’s masterpiece.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem