My winter

I lost my winter.

Of all the seasons out,

it was the one for me,

fresh coldness,

barely a sun light,

I felt it so deep

as a creature of an inner darkness...

But then the wheel,

the damn wheel

of bad times,

went all over the wings

of winterpleasure.

Yet I have never

given up on things

that matter all to me!

So I will wait with patience

for my old friend -

the winter -

and all of night freeze beauty,

all darkness and all cold

will be again just mine,

will be again my own!