The flakes winter flirt with his eyes in a pretty way,
with those Lyly smiles that catch the sun.
For a moment, the flakes show a little bright shape and a kind of laughter.
First met, she thought his flakes were just snow.
And time flies, she thinks he's gentle and hugs you on December things.

Bonjour, Mr. Winter.

The pumpkin pie is so yum.
For once, you look so dashing in that tuxedo.
No regrets,
maybe it's for the last time.
Beloved to meet you, my faves season. Winter.