Whenever the snow falls on cold winter nights
The moon, glazed over, lost in a veil
The whitening world has muffled sound
Frozen pavements do not speak.
Flakes that fall; softly, without sound.
Light reflects off the glowing white; lamps haloed
Cast a glow of speckled light as the snow
Falls and falls and falls.
Cold winter nights, as roofs and gates
And trees remain and wait as they are covered
White on white, soft falling snow, soft swishing sounds
As the snow falls softly this winter's night.
Copyright: Rani Turton
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your pen makes it sound so lovely Rani thank you friend 10 +++ Chris