Beautifully painted
Drips of white snow
Crawl down the sides
Of my Mountain
The first snows of the
Season
Beautiful, unimaginable
Looking through that
Classroom window
I remember how excited I was
Each year when snow
Was first spotted and
Today, the last day of
November
I celebrate
And everybody looks at
Me like I’m a crazy
Obsessed oddball
And I don’t care
My Mountain and I
Cheer and jump and suck back tears
Because beautiful snow on
My Mountain is always a cause
For a celebration
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Absolutely beautiful! I agree with you, it's a good thing to maintain a childhood delight in the very first snow. Your words are well chosen and lovely to read.