With a face full of wintry sun, when the afternoon walks,

With a face full of wintry sun,
When the afternoon walks by,
How can I
Remain wordless dumb?
When with a sky pasted on
The afternoon walks by,
How can I
Stay not tuned
To the sweet music of the noon?
So I sing out a song,
So I feel the afternoon born
In my throat, eyes, and cheeks,
So I savour the season,
So I sizzle, so I dreams relish,
And my words,
They just
Follow the flow,
They just sunbathe,
And fill my heart's page.