Strolling along
paths
in the rain
falling like silver tears
from the eye
of winter

where the sunset
turned into gleam
in the compact darkness
streets
glinting on wet
asphalt,

soon covered
by a pearl duvet
after the first snowflake
a long time ago
melted on my
warm skin

painting pink roses
on cheeks
in the warmth
with a cup tea
after the walk
home,

when the cold wind
froze my lips

smiling