It was white cloud and dream of winter,
A Thomas lying under 70 years of snow.
A half moon watches our winter dream,
The winter dream of poets in windows.

In our winters we are slightly mixed up
Between dream snow and Dylan poem,
Under seventy years of forgotten snow,
A winter of our snow  by half moonlight.

We will be statues of our frozen winters
Drawing bell notes from marble cheeks.
We despair half moon is not catching us
Dreaming in a private winter’s windows.

(reading the poem A dream of Winter by Dylan Thomas, discovered recently after 70 years of oblivion)