my little adopted village
is covered with snow, with one inch
of the white splendor of winter
i want to put the world
on hesitation and live in
the postcard of my backyard
or in the milieu of you
to cross your lakes
and kiss the air
i will shovel out
and drive through
the winter festival
i will think of you as
i always think of you
every snowflake
that surrounds
my little village
will remind me
of how lucky
i came to this
winter charm
12 years ago
and by chance to be so close
to you and the world that is yours
that has all your beauty
all the mischievous ploys
you have enjoyed
floating in the ambience
like a winter snowfall
and that, my dear earth*girl
is reason enough to kiss the air