Shrouded

Shrouded in the whiteness of winter
The city that now seems afar
Yet closeby
Because it is not my memory
But the silhouette of it
Like a bygone self
On vacation in a distant land
Revelling in its novelty
In the dew-like newness
That makes every day glisten
With hope
Which is sought by the current self
In the city of now
Of an approaching winter
And a tender core
Growing stronger in its fragility.