In long cold winter, a sunny day between chilly days has gray sunny skies.

Walkers have a preparation to tomorrow’s chilliness we have again.

Sun, hot sun, where is you?

Cry your gloomy heart, scream from your mind blue.

Please let me alone, I mean it, that woman said to me.

But I couldn’t forget her.

Sunny murky day, gloomy day, you are the gray cloudily sky’s gift.

Only you make me inpatient to coming of spring.

(Feb. 7th. 2019)