|FOUR SEASONS & POEMS
| Winter, Spring, Summer and Autumn
Now winter nights enlarge
clouds their storms discharge upon the
Can you hear it?
Then without a sound,
The sun starts to sink down.
So she heads inside, satisfied, until the next time.
But her spirit is just too wild and decides to wait awhile,
So it stays outside and watches the sun,
Waiting for what is to come.
A few leaves stay for a
while on the
|WINTER IS IN MY HEART: MOST NEGLECTED YET STILL BEAUTIFUL AND PURE SEASON
For so many winter is cold and depressed
times of the year. However, it is my favorite season as it brings a wistful
feeling along. The sun sets early each day, white and bright snow covers the
ground like a blanket and brightens long and dark night. Winter to me is hot
cider, warmth of a beloved friend's hug, and most importantly time for hard
work, evaluation of the past year's resolutions, establishing new ideas under
the light of past knowledge. It is a promise land whose fruits is to be
harvested next year.... This winter is even more special for me. I cheer coming
winter in Budapest, my new and very much loved home...
Being able to see sun rising every morning
In the dead of winter, the sun doesn't rise
until at least seven. Everyone is awaken by then, and the first thing they see
is a gorgeous pastel explosion: a sky-sized swirl of reds, pinks and
yellows that makes them awed to the point of tears to be living on such an
impossibly beautiful planet.
The first snow of the year
Magistrates, funeral directors, brain surgeons, at the first glimpse of snow, they'll all yelp with delight, mash their faces against the nearest window and wonder what they're getting for Christmas. Yet, not only gifts of the Christmas but also when the first snowflake hits the ground, everything transforms. Trains seize up. Everybody gets a day off, even if they work from home. It gives us all almost a magical start to New Year.