she’s a winter girl.
there’s something about the snow she likes.
how much does it take to satisfy her?
she’s a winter girl.
she cries in summer
(anxious drops)
and begs for the cold to come.
she wants to speed up the passage of time;
after all the years
she still tries to rush the calendar.
she’s a winter girl
there’s something about the robin’s song she doesn’t like.
her spirits start to rise when the snow begins to fall.....
she’s a winter girl.
© (2013—Bolingbrook, IL)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice........i liked it.