Presents all in rows-
they glow-
They shimmer in their dress,
It's Christmas Time
-and all is fine-
Each street laden with white at its best.
And do not fear
For again will come next year
Where Christmas will again haul Fall in tow;
And the other Seasons
shall overtake one another
Like river waters tumble forth
And flow.
But for now the shelves are empty
-As if a battle of avaricious hands had attend-
But there's nothing to fear
-just wait again for next year-
And remember,
Springtime
shall also arrive once again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem