Seasonal topics: Mr Winter, a poem by Ercole Bonjean

 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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