So beautiful those ruby red lips
They leave kiss stains on your mind

Cool winds are blowing
From dead grass will rise the green
Reason of the day

Sitting on the window sill of my Chamber,
in a state of dwam.

Zephyrs dance; opened letters on my cherry-wood
gilt-of-gold desk.

News of new Kings and Queens reach my ears;
and I smile, so grateful.

There she awaits-                                            
    In her jewelled palace far from faded-eyes    
A lily sheltered from the blanket of white;
the air perfume-light from the blossoms,  
                      and a yearning heart -

          Lo!                                                  ­                    
            The silver songs of Robins; the heralds of Winters
              twirl free.                                                            ­            
   Lo!                                                              ­
      A Hyperborean wind is roused from slumber
    and spreads its wings. Leaves drift down are
    kissed by frost; lakes, the woodlands placed
  under your trance. And your vision came to
be - a polished world on a fair day.            
                                         And at a pleasant hour-

Howling wind destined to pass,
reveal treasures of past spring

With lavender and blossom wreathed
in their loose wavy curls

As the Spring's winds make azure curtains billow,
the rose wilts.

Sun shines bright, cool winds blows
thought tall leafing trees.

Drizzled honey on cornbread,
Darjeeling tea, open journal
and Yanni