Beyond the campfire of a misting morning,
as embers slowly die, curls a wisp of ephemeral smoke
fading, fading, fading into distant eternity...
Tis just a brief communique
to inform you
Mr. Stag
stalkers now have you in their sight
Blowing snow........gusting winds...silent solitude....
brutally harsh environs..............
.........the dead of winter has arrived
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Cooper. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks