Cecilia Xu

summer, do not weep
brush the sky with peonies
pennies shine up new

autumn, forgive me
for pumpkins yet to ripen
water softens stone



winter, at the door
slender fingers twist and curl
myriads of white


spring, a bright, tart knife
startles the swallows from sleep
colouring pale cheeks



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