Melting mirrors drip through planks
as the wind skips dried leaves past,
Only once January could be so mild.
February now stands, still green in chilling glory
and I wonder...
Will she break us?
Greeting with thawing gaze
yet awaiting our stumble through drifts?
For winter is never so kind
as to let her slip by,
with such a tempered grin.
2-6-06
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh, this is nice Kim. We've received about 8 inches of snow over the weekend so winter is definately showing it's strength here right now. Very nice poem. Sincerely, Mary