The skyscrapers swayed smoothly, Straining dejectedly

The skyscrapers swayed smoothly, Straining dejectedly Upward. Beneath them cathedrals Frowned. It was January in the city. Deserted. The wind howled in the head, And people wrapped themselves Picturesquely In their own affairs. In a shop window amber Burned like flame And handed out warmth, So as again For the umpteenth time in the night desperately to burn to ash. And the rain messed up everyone's cards and Blurred the borders: Though it was January, In the park birds were singing! And in a dark Lane in Riga Snowdrops With white flowers Were laying out new intrigues About a coming New time.