Winter creating lace out of stringing pearls cut and shaped like diadems,
added twinkling stars- a nanometric spatial palace, snow white phallus.
Mother natures's boredom bold, a cloistered power feeling old, something
about existence being just to scold with the decorative chastening of rock
hard enlacening- almost facing it: the sun, with the cool moon's white hood
becoming what's current, what's fashion, and yes.. even what's good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Julia, i have yet to see a poem so beautifully penned about winter. I can visualise winter creating a fascinating image of a silky lace and a white necklace of shining pearls.....10
I am so honored you found this beautiful as you know, my poetry is not always beautiful whatsoever- so glad you are open to it when it is! Thank you Geeta….