"This winter differs from all prior winters..."
This winter differs from all prior winters,
a streetlamp shimmers in the evening windows,
the trees are budding in the mild January,
and days come flooding, extra-ordinary.
My dreams are brimming with the early autumn,
the moon is clinging like a pining orphan,
the earth descends into the mist, prolonging
this sense of bliss mixed with a scent of longing.