I am Snow, I am
I am cold, be damned
I am silent long
I am silent song
I am quiet like
Falling snow at night
I am peaceful...yes
Here on Earth as guest
I am often random
Snowflake not in tandem
Different drummers beat
Destiny to meet
I am beauty wasted
Snowflake seldom tasted
Changing always, ever
Quirky winter weather
I am sometime Blizzard
Hostile, weak-willed wizard
Havoc in my wake
Causing souls to shake
I am Snow I am
I can grow, I can
Sky of beauty white
Touching Heaven's light
It's like the Poemhunter clock has been turned back. There's something delightfully childlike about the 'I am' and 'I can' refrain on the first and last stanza. Life-affirming too. This is full of exuberance dancing off the page. Arise, Sir Kenneth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There snow end to the flakes here at PH, but this one stirs my shovelling instinct awake. Fine job. -chuck