The
hustle and bustle of the day is over.
On this warm summer night we sit on the verandah to the chirping
of cicadas.
Snowdrifts
in the moonlight,
As far as the eye can see, cold and bare,
Forever shifting and changing in the ceaseless wind.
Bright
yellow water-lilies sitting alert on the shiny surface of dark motionless
water.
Even
in the noisy city there is silence.
On the periphery you may hear the honking of a horn.
In
your presence the candles shine clearer and brighter.
Only traces remain.
Are they real, or imagined?
The ground is still patched with snow,
But today the sun shines warm on our faces;
The air is different;
An indescribable feeling tells us that Spring has arrived. |