Matutinal recollection

Every touch an embrace—
Every sigh relieved. The
Impassive streets rejoiced; 
Each passerby believed. 
'Midst the climate of seasonal end, 
The aeolian poetess stroke the wind, 
By and by the strangers bent, 
Nodded, "Good day, how have you been?"

Dale Chou
2002-11-27