When Winter Comes Poem by KunJung Hsiao

When winter comes,
I will hang my love on the first quarter moon,
so you can feel warm when you look up.

When winter comes,
I will banish my blessings in the wind,
so you can hear the call when you close your eyes.

I will pave the ground with snow
to prove the purity of love,
watching you laugh like a child.

When winter comes,
I will fill my thoughts with stars
and shine on you by the fire.

When winter comes,
I will invite the breeze to sing a lullaby,
caress you while sleeping.