A Poem--The Process

07/08/2024 Monday 73-94F Cloudy

Translated from a Chinese poem:

"You didn’t appear in January;

You were sleeping next door in February;

It rained hard in March;

And climbing rose bloomed at its peak in April.

Dreamlike, you sat opposite me in May;

Then here came June,

With green grasses and scented air;

A mixture of misery and joy took place in July,

When wheat rolling in fields and grassland extending to the horizon;

Arriving with a certainty, it was August,

A time for me to keep all the secrets,

A time made me feel like I was water in a bottle while you a cloud in the blue sky.

About September and October,

They were a pair of eyes filled with seawater,

Where you swam above while I sank beneath;

Through the window of the upcoming November,

I foresaw December----

It was snowing!"