THE SCARLET NEW YEAR

Written by: George Zamalea

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 
Beauty delight;

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!