a squirrel runs across <br />frosty evening on a plain <br />of white carrying a cosy <br />warmth i would love to have <br />light greyish coat impeecably <br />patched and stitched for the season <br /> <br />time runs across space <br />mindless as a clock which <br />has forgotten to crawl <br /> <br />everywhere the trees <br />gently whisper sweet nothings <br />and cavort away the evening <br />baring skeletons and bones (or heart and soul) <br />to the heavens to swear their love <br /> <br />snow falls like mannas <br />onto a million stretched hands <br />that grovel to receive every <br />trace of divine providence <br /> <br />breathless, breathless <br />the white glides and bounces <br />in an evening that holds onto <br />everything like forgotten time<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stopping-by-woods-on-a-snowy-evening-3/
