Spring is Here
We call this time of year chun jie
Spring Festival
Yet snow still stays
It’s stuck
Like the lazy couch potato
That I am
Pillows of hardened ice
I would’ve thought them to be
Marshmallows
If I didn’t know any better
A Winter Wonderland
But still
Still
My eyes are glued
To the window
The world is perpetually white
And the silence
Soothes my senses
A sliver of serenity
