Wintry Dusk

The wintry sunsets

In a bloody red-orange,

The moon comes gently among the clouds

The sky is strewn with glittering stars 

The river bears up the reflection in broken bars.

 

A foggy evening and cold night

The wise trees stand sleeping 

With withered leaves around my feet

I lit a fire lamp in my garden

To warm my shivering warden

Snowy weather hushed on the ground,

Snow kissed houses and hills all around

So, I made myself a hot coffee

To satiate the hunger in me

And sang a delightful song to hear the echo of me.