It's now mid- April
And the snow keeps on falling.
In my back garden,
Deep blue skies are darkening.
Where is the springtime? !
Perhaps, Nature is now out
Of joint. Or perhaps,
It's simply a freak event.
Everywhere is white;
No other colours in sight.
Where are the flowers?
I can't smell their rich perfume.
It's now mid - April
And the snow keeps on falling!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem