​A red and blue apricot flower

2020.03.14

With a deep sorrow,
walking alongside a road looking down only the ground,
a sudden surge of a sweet smell rushes on.

Still, does spring come?
Occasional pricking wind
drives out the depression

of the polluted air.

Every branch of apricot trees,
an apricot flower begins to blossom.

Looking up with narrow eyes
in the glare of the sky,
only a piece of cloud is floating alone.

Even Wuhan pneumonia brings
a social distancing,
but the spring is crawling on after all.

As the chatter of the tit birds

fills up the valley,
a ridge vibration is absorbing
the love of a woodpecker.

When the echoes of survival
breaks the sink of thought
on the day of a red and blue apricot flowers
blossom with a broad smile.

Even in the throes of this plague,
a sweet flavor is filled up with full of consolation.

Kosan