I found the New Year weak
Laden cumberland and amber
Weeping snow from the spicy sweet shrubs
Beg as if it is a teen to absent spring
To emerge somewhere with its perfect
But when I sought to it for you,
Ah the New Year grows in front of my eyes
Like those plum-blossoms from the old garden!
PS: To all my colleagues from Poetry Soup: Have you a great beginning year!