Fair winter I pledge on you,
And my companions must have mused
Upon the highway frozen and deep.
Old Kevi he will not care
For his moonlit walk dear,
Though no wayfarers dared.
There lies the moon frozen and bright
And cedars wild tossing high.
My companions would not care
Stopping by the brilliant rivulet' rush,
Their emotions I can't assume,
The slight measure of their motions
But seemed 'bliss of pure innocence',
Or was it childish romance?
We stopped by an aged tank,
Beneath a groove, frosty and bleak,
We watched the dawn about to break,
And heard the birds upon the pines,
And ran and ran in the wind,
And ran and ran with the wind.
Kenilo Kent
December 2009.