I am looking at the snow
outside through a
thin sill blind
and still
few things whiter
as from the rays of
daylight but rather
I prefer
the night on the
frozenness.

warmth is bringing those
grass oases and
they are much like
cloudholes through
dayblue sky.

but still it is
cold

and I am thinking
in a summer way
of grass cutting
and flat air
through which
dovesongs may
or may not
travel