The Winter Of My Homeland

I am in love with winter,

Especially with the winter in my homeland,

In the city far from home, this winter doesn’t bear the smell of jasmine on its arrival

The winter in the city is too busy to impress unlike the winter of my homeland

The winter of my homeland, where jasmine carpets every damp front-yard

Where the breeze brushes out small sneezes

Where you start to believe in absurd fairytales,

Of vows made by clouds with the land

Of dews turning to precious pearls in the first ray of sun.

The winter of my homeland,

That frosts my breath

And the droplets clinging to my teacup,

The winter that makes a night owl an early bird.

The winter that brings memories of all winters in my homeland

The winter that plays with my heartstrings with its frozen fingers

I am in love with that Winter