Frosty winter stars
Gleaming in the heights…
By day, a lovely Maple
Glittering red
In bright sunlight
By night, a snowy whisper
Sifting
Past the window light.
Perhaps I’m dreaming,
Imagining,
As my soul takes
Flight;
It could be the wind—
Even a sigh—
But I’m sure
It’s your soul singing,
Through the mid-November night.