Spring Poem by Wang Qian

Spring



Spring is coming.
She is such a beauty,
With a gigantic basket of fresh flowers and grass.
Everything polished,
Blushed.
She holds the shyness in the begining.

While the veil of pink tries to hide
her face in secret,
The young goddess, however,
doesn't like to fake.
Oh, the lovely Spring! The gorgeous Spring!
Her lip glows with the sheen of
Childlike green apples,
Reddens the infants of strawberries heavily pregnant,
Kisses the whispering grass awake from their long frozen dreams,
Warms the stubborn snow to weave the needle rains into silver satins.

She calms the noisy isolation,
Comforts the naughty arrogance.

She wants to dance,
She hopes to sing,
She would like to throw away the winter pain.

She is love,
She is life,
She is crazy about the golden time..

A white dove and a black swallow
Chasing and chasing in the cute grove.
Their ringing chirps make a necklace of jade delight
'Happy we are! Happy we are! The Spring has fallen into the earth's arm! '

There will be a new glorious meeting.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Hans Vr 22 April 2011

Amazing verses, rich in metaphors; very well done. The reader cannot but feel the excitement of the poet and even though, I am currently living in a seasonless area, my mind heart and soul are carried by this poem to lovely dreams of spring.

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