
only in winter
do trees get to dress up
with whimsical clouds

only in winter
do trees get to dress up
with whimsical clouds

after holidays
the emptiness of the house
waiting for returns

threshold of new year
let go of all that holds back
look forward with hope

warm December day
a cricket comes out to play
not too long to stray

short days of unease
being confined by the cold
yearning for beauty