Warm up...

When the fog of the dawning
With its whispering drips,
The shiver of the morning
With its whistling sips;

When the breeze of the winter
—gently sweeps
And the warm purring sunlight
—mellowingly creeps...

...to wake me up
from my cozy sleeps
to seek me out
with arresting grips;

Your intense desire, calls me there,
And I tread up to you, O’ beloved nature.

(composed: 4th January 1992)