A Winter's Day
Another wintry day has come to close.
Across the fields and valleys it resigns,
with daylight’s last rays falling in repose
between the spreading sycamores and pines.
Tonight I do not rest; I count each star
above me, as they light up, by and by,
like fireflies left inside the sparkling jar
that is this evening’s cold majestic sky.
Eventually I shift my thoughts and see
the rooflines of the village down below,
and, scattered here and there, a lonely tree
is waiting patiently for falling snow.
I ponder what the new year holds for me,
and hope the heavens don‘t think me remiss--
if I should pray, my future years may be
as perfect as a day and night like this.
