Winter: A Matter of Mind-Set

The cold winter spells lay forgotten in the past.

They are child to the touch,

But warm to the mind

That season of farewell, non-forgetful forest,

Of the chrysalis of cottony eternity of the best

In my memory's designated mind-set


It was-

No, is,

Because I'm there right now,

Right then,

Lying in lustres of intangible love and friendship

With you

And the rest

The life of...

Everything, I guess


That winter,

With my meandering mind-set...

That winter,

I'll live in forever.

That winter,

Where coldness lay,

Without consideration for its cruelty,

In the snow

And the warmth,

Our warmth,

I'll live in forever.