Lights
Try not to listen to the stations
playing Christmas carol all day long
since I was not born in this land
nor converted to a believer
Yet with all the lights in the dark
how could I ignore
A glance is enough to warm me up
Moon
Winter sky is indeed extra clean at nights
The clouds with moonlight seem closer to the stars
in the universe
A whistle of mine must be heard by the moon
she keeps coming back up
and looking for the whistle blower
Snow
I once dreamed of being a shepherd
herding a flock of sheep above
They are chewing on the clouds
and grow into clouds eventually
Then I could harvest the wool on the fly
as ages' fluffiest snow storm
Dusk
The winter clouds approach sunset
tend to get darker
even the sky appears shrinking
compared to summer
The hurry dusk keeps pushing me into the house
even after I refuse to hibernate
But my dog likes to dash into the dusk
to chase a red fox or a grey rabbit or two
into bamboo clusters
