Sonnet 097
Laijon Liu 20160521
Chilled to the bones, or chilled to my soul
You away, carry that part of me away too
It’s not the cold nightsky freezes my thoughts
The emptiness, an immovable glacier on my chest
The Earth dreams a happy dream in winter
Feeling the gentle kicks of seeds in her womb
Spring time is promising, a coming hope
On time to fill the world with myriad blooms
But men do not live through all seasons
Some blossom lifetime, some in full cycle
And some born and die in white winter
Never see their days of blooms and fruits
Wrong season, bad soil, unattended
Big deal! I either become fungus or rock!
