Spring offensive

i heard bells jangle

when i turned my face the answer was

a wide-jowled moon low in the trees

ignorance

like youth is so refreshing

Spring hath not these qualities

Spring offensive, spring

baldly rolling while broken

origins in question

Spring a mere rewarming

new life, that furry coating?

dread of Spring's attention

by Ilyn

Phyliss Nhin-Tuya

[trans.]