In the twilight of December

I love the twilight of December,
when the dawn slowly fades.

I love the ray of the setting sun,
in contrast to the shady bottom.

I love the lights in distant windows,
they faintly flicker in the distance.

Blue frost and snow on the branches,
falling from the branches like dust.

I love the quiet state of the evening,
when the muse comes again.

As if she puts her hands on my shoulders...
Youre dreaming, idiot!