The Wintertime Lover
Skipping through the surface of pond,
your smile greets me with solemn pride,
a relentless poker-faced killer.
nonchalant and composed.
The four- leaf clover sprang up from the earth,
longing for your gentle touch.
Alas, you turned away in disdain
for such a young love in bud.
A flicker of hope came across my mind,
Out of the blue,
ambushed by your words of blade.
In an inquiring manner,
you came in my way,
ask for nothing but the way to erase
the snow footprints we left behind.
Yi Jung Chen
Writer
Taiwan
