我穿过满地已是冬眠的落叶与
                           闪着亮光的薄冰
                           

                           目光掠行于
                           残雪下布满荊棘与刺的土地
                           细细地打量季节在初冬时的容貌
                           用心去揣测岁月此刻的厚重
               

                           把思绪从如镜的水面上收起
                           只想告诉你
                           秋天深了
                           梦想不会腐烂
                                                     

                           冬天走后
                           冻土下的胚芽会长出叶子

                                                                          09. 初冬