Can you listen more
closely?
Can you hear the
wind shattering?
Can you see the
naked rods dancing on their own?
Can you feel the
winter walking slowly through the alley?
Can you touch the
wall and taste the cold outside?
Can you look
through the windows and watch the night shivering?
Can you jump inside
a blanket and still not want to feel warm?
Can you breathe
over a mirror and see yourself disappear?
Can you sip a cup
of coffee but want to drown in it too?
Can you bite into a
crusted cake and let it melt on your palate?
Can you taste the
dates in your goblet and see them smiling at you?
Can you hear steam
stitching the minute rice granules together?
Can you blind
yourself in the fog and walk calmly to the end?
Can you hear the
mist spreading through the branches and into their hearts?
Can you impress a
lighter shade over the dark-cold railings?
Can you ask the
river why it still remains warm underneath?
Can you dream the
nature in your nightly reveries?
Can you learn how
the rodents sleep buried beneath frozen grounds?
Can you warm the
scattered lights less brighter than the burning stars?
Can you make the
stylus memorize and chant the fallen murmurs?
Can you freeze
December and store it in a cryptex?
Can you pamper the
summer and bribe it into oblivion?
Can you remember
the winter and recite it forever?
Can you do all this
but not love the season more?
