Seasonal topics: Mr Winter, a poem by Ercole Bonjean

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 Mr Winter

With a slow slow pace

It sends rain, snow and wind;

How cold is his face,

How rare to see it smiling.

It only feels a little joy,

When the children are at play

Then, its eyes lose their freeze

And it lights the sky up with glee.

Slowly, with its cane,

It stops the wind and the rain;

Here comes the night,

It closes its eyes: it’s Spring.

Ercole Bonjean

Translation by Chiara Amoretti

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