Winter Morning

Winter Morning

Soft is the dawn with all his golden hue;
Winter morning is calm and cold.
Frost upon the windowpane,
It gleams a crystal in its clearness and plainness.

For quiet, the air is crisp.
Mighty trees blush, but with icy blutes.
Footprints touch the frost in snowy screams,
Peaceful silence everywhere.

It feels almost like a cold and clear, perfect day;
Winter dances the purest, whitest.
The glimmering golden sun breaks through the foggy sky.
At the same time fly high into the clouds, roundwinged birds.

It bites that cold to my very chest,
But in sweetness, with a cup of tea, or by a fire,
Inspiring a winter morning.