Morning after morning,
I return
to the peony.
Still,
no flower.
Cold lingers
around the green buds.
I let the mornings
come and go,
no longer looking
for blossoms,
and begin
to learn
their season.
牡丹
又一個清晨，
我又來到
牡丹旁。
依然
不見花開。
點點寒意
還留在
花苞上。
我讓清晨
一天天過去，
不再
日日盼著，
漸漸體會，
花開
自有
它們的季節。
