Winter

Oh sweet, sweet, lovely winter in my garden arrived.

With it's chillness and sweet hypnotic scents pervading in the breeze,

flowing in my ears, ticklin' innocently yet naughty like

a child with a naughty gleam in his eye lookin' toward his mother.

It caresses my face, like a child's, in his mother's gentle palms.

In the night, beneath leaves the dew drops shines like a pearl.