Doreen Yang

The winter doesn’t seem to have changed since the city was born

There is no snow covering the mountain all along

The confluence of heavy snow and slight cold

The sunshine on the Tropic of Capricorn

Winter Solstice means special in a kind

Festival atmosphere occupied the street’s mind

At the first hint of spring

Love and warmth are not far behind

Winter lights remind me of her own salad days

The end of a long long journey may not be fame

Our youth is a pronoun of dream and fervency

The inward summer could melt the icebound indifference

Every snowflake is innocent

Snow and ice should not be blamed for their absence

When the longest night has fallen down

Nobody but me cares for the stumble of seasons