Something is different today In the heart of dense cloud, A joy behind the slightly Translucent curtain. It is not a deep brain work, Just see through the eyes Of daffodils, Now that makes sense? Today the winter before my House is bright yellow, Even though it is white outside, And tightly embraced the body Of the blue tree. And the yellow one is contagious. So soon the white will turn yellow, Those who afraid of snow, might Call it wintry spring.