An epilogue of the year
Speaking in cold misty tones
Summing up a mood
Healing or scratching a wound
December holds in its frigidity
The flow of a thousand thoughts
That tumble back and forth
Shuffling between the new and old
Igniting new fancies
Or reviving faint memories
Amid the frozen tracks
Outlining a future
In the blurry silhouettes
Of trees at dawn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful write....thank u....