Wistful Winter

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?