A blanket so pure and soft
From the windows yender
And tiny droplets aloft
In manifold and splendor

Luscious silver droplets glisten
And puncture the frozen sand
The sparrows whisper, I listen
I indulge myself, coat in hand

The princess blooms to rise above
Her pale mantle remains unscathed
Perceiving the amber glow
In which her petals bathed

As mere buds scatter with the wind
As mere thoughts dwindle
As mere tufts gather on the hills
And spread over the shindles

And here I remain within the haven
Where I watch over the murky landscape
When the sun resolves, the pastel colours
Of glistening hope my locket holds