Bitter days swell with spring rains.
Winter now fades, and the curse is lifted.
No longer does frost envelop the forests
or cast a spell upon the silver lake.
As sunlight thaws the crystal jungles,
spring welcomes a new beginning
with a wisp of startled air in vast iceland.
I grow restless as the world changes.
People come and go without a trace.
I follow unpaved roads that lead nowhere,
and a trap of thorns lay out ahead.
Do I keep walking or turn back to the
unwritten pages and unspoken words?
I stumble upon a delicate stream,
a ravine of cerulean waves.
I speak to the eyes of my reflection
as my lips struggle to form words.
A hollowness is felt deep within my core.
Birds chirp and fleet with joy,
and soft hanging linen kiss the skyline.
A fragrance like sugar venom embraces me,
yet I am left still in utter mystery.
A sudden breeze follows in fear.
Every chill to the bone
is a reminder of the dark winters
that numbed our hearts to stone.
I thought perhaps
the familiar cold had taken toll,
stealing a part of us and our youth.
For we seem to have forgotten love
and spring’s warm embrace.
By ESTHER KANG