a squirrel runs across br frosty evening on a plain br of white carrying a cosy br warmth i would love to have br light greyish coat impeecably br patched and stitched for the season br br time runs across space br mindless as a clock which br has forgotten to crawl br br everywhere the trees br gently whisper sweet nothings br and cavort away the evening br baring skeletons and bones (or heart and soul) br to the heavens to swear their love br br snow falls like mannas br onto a million stretched hands br that grovel to receive every br trace of divine providence br br breathless, breathless br the white glides and bounces br in an evening that holds onto br everything like forgotten timebr br john tiong chunghoobr br