Yuan Changming
Siamese Stanzas: Snowflakes
with
as little noise
as much leisure
as possible
you came
to perch
at this cold spot of time
like a pale word
fallen on the wasteland
merely to melt
a voiceless being soft and quiet
never heard before you
yet ready to vanish
herald tracelessly
the glaring in the green
thunder wind
of
summer time