This one is a little loose in a few places to make room for all the fun rhymes. A more direct translation for the first line (and title) is “snow fell on the doorstep.” If you can somehow make this poem work by rhyming every line with the word “doorstep,” contact me and I’ll give…
Here is a poem about autumn. It’s just barely winter now, astronomically speaking, but it still feels very much like autumn outside, weather-wise. From the anthology Favorite Poems, Volume Two. This is one of my very favorites.