Tonight Winter Startled

Tonight winter startled It came unexpectedly Few people walked Below the gleam moon Shivering beneath their fur coat I stood trying to figure A black contorted portrait Drawed from the yellow dim lamp On a cold brown dune Which I stared As they passed Waving a friendly gesture Greeting me with unknown tongue Still I am naive Longed for each nostalgic sweet sound of My homestead, thus this cold Consume my certain pause Not far from the clustered bush Also do heared a lone bird lark My sigh and the whisper on that shade Gone howling with desert breath