<p class="ql-block">December—</p><p class="ql-block">Shall we hold the plow to sow a field of imagery,</p><p class="ql-block">Grip the colored brush to face the sunlight,</p><p class="ql-block">And sit in a freehand brushwork pose?</p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">Primrose and emerald green</p><p class="ql-block">Dance off the page,</p><p class="ql-block">Swaying softly, splashing ink into imagination.</p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">At this moment,</p><p class="ql-block">No allure of wild wheat waves in the countryside,</p><p class="ql-block">Even the melancholy of the city</p><p class="ql-block">Can discern the fragmented flute notes after wine.</p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">Snow,</p><p class="ql-block">In a romantic way,</p><p class="ql-block">Fills in warm hues,</p><p class="ql-block">Covering all the winter plum’s dreams.</p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">Are those fluttering white feathers over the pond</p><p class="ql-block">A gentle dance you perform, riding a horse to the horizon,</p><p class="ql-block">For an entire season?</p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">The tangled tenderness spilling from fingertips,</p><p class="ql-block">Once set free, becomes a graceful loneliness,</p><p class="ql-block">Exiled deep within December.</p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">The wind rises, the snow falls;</p><p class="ql-block">The blue bird perched on the frosty branch</p><p class="ql-block">Still warmly echoes the wavering hesitation.</p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">Beneath the sunlight,</p><p class="ql-block">A dazzling glow,</p><p class="ql-block">A slender, fragrant spirit,</p><p class="ql-block">Uses the wind’s vivid language</p><p class="ql-block">To chant, again and again, of snow-white and plum-red.</p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">The winter-full eyes</p><p class="ql-block">Are already glistening with tears,</p><p class="ql-block">Hiding the distant splendor upon the lonely ribs—</p><p class="ql-block">When spring comes,</p><p class="ql-block">A delicate flower will bloom once more.</p>