A Winter Dream by Kong Shiu Loon
I pine for her violin
For her flutes and tambourine
For her orchestration of greens
I hear warm velvet breezes
Distant hill hisses
Bird songs shaking trees
I see pasty bamboos shoot
Buttercups and poppies vie for victory
The burst of flowers in variety
On endless sunny days
People lunch leisurely in shades
Memories of winter slip easily away
The beating of cold in abate
My dream takes a sudden turn
Ridding of beautiful thoughts unearned
Music of drums and cattle-runs rumbling
To remind me of this cold evening
Even dreams cannot counter reality
Winter still has its ways