"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.