Sweet night, cold and clear

enfolds me with gentle arms.

Snow, so even and delicate on the dark ground

puffs beneath my trodding heels.

I shiver with awe, thrilling to catch a laden glimpse.

Silver-tinted trees glow below an exultant sky

huddling around the lunar maiden.

Cloud vessels flee,

their silhouettes giving way to effervescent moonlight.

I walk, lightly, for I dare not disturb the perfect blanket,

Not one exquisite inch.

Silken sky gazes on this wintry world, for once, almost jealous.

I gaze on a crystalline scene, its azure splendor ablaze with cold fire.

Jewelry of the night, irreplaceable and precious.