My Picture: Xinxiang City, Henan Province, China.

A few clods of snow
and life will be forgotten.
A small farce with a song,
downcast and weary.

The only hope…..
spring sun and daffodils in windows.
A lucky fortune wrapped in fish paper,
and then a rock… turned underfoot.

Oven- burnt trees, will move and roll
with joys of life…
and make us love someone
this way and that….
While each poem emerges
from despair, a new first line.