On a cold window pane stunningly
Appeared a garden of frosty blossoms.
Snowflake white petals painted on the frozen glass
Are all framed in the bright sun.
Outside the icy wintry winds blast
But in the sun the blossoms won't last.
Already sunny rays have staked their strong, blazing claim.
The bouquet of frost will melt where my window is stained.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very Good poem Gayle. Good Job. Lynn