Saadi Yousef when winter started

Today we've officially entered the winter season. I wonder if it was a sunny morning in Newgrange, The Boyne Valley, Ireland. If so, the lucky early bird tourists could admire an amazingly awesome sight. Why an early bed? Because you have to be there at dawn. Why lucky? 'Cause turning up there is not enough to get the full experience.
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A London friend of a distant cultural background (Middleeastern, actually) has been asking me about the traditional Polish music, different from the global pop mix. He, like my English neigbour, often sings to himself. My friend's repertoire is always some nostalgic Arabic tunes. I thought maybe he would be interested to a folk-inspired song by a late Polish artist: Grzegorz Ciechowski. The title is: 'Piejo kury piejo' and if he or you follow the link, you can listen to it. I wonder if you, dear Polish and non-Polishreaders, could recommend another traditional Polish or non-Polish song in the comment section here. Hope it's not too much to ask in this feverish pre-Christmas period.:-)
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This evening I dined at a new and wonderful friend' house. Our mutual friend bought fantastic fish from the Greenford fishmonger and yet another friend cooked it in the oven. It was a perfect meal, believe me. I felt privileged to be among such eminent people: a poet, a painter and a theatre actress/director. Well, not that I want to boast about it. I'd like to share my joy with you.

The fish was tilapia, St Peter's fish.

It was absolutely delicious!

 Here is one of my host's poems:

And the rose is mine: