Fluttering gently to the ground,
Touching earth without a sound
Transforming world with its glow
Magical world of winter snow,
Painting landscapes with its touch,
Different picture on every bush,
Silent world, painted clean
Moonlight casts an eerie sheen.
Night time hunters all around,
Barn owl, out on the hunt,
Silently surveys his world,
Dormouse dashes cross the snow
Dead quickly -just one blow.
Morning sun creeps oer the hill
Lighting up a world still
Rain clouds begin to loom
Winter snow....gone too soon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a very good comment on Winter in Ireland. Well structured & to the point.