by Nicholas Lee
I tasted Spring on the tip of my tongue,
And found that it had become Summer.
How was it, that I was able to embrace the cold,
Enduring in excess
The finalities of a year gone to pass.
Each flake transposing itself in the air,
Transforming and metamorphosing
Simply into water;
A raindrop,
A teardrop,
Spring rain.
At the outset of warmth that blew through,
A signal of a new season,
I sat and waited,
For it would further blanket me in its embrace.
Yet I was unable to see the leaves renew themselves,
And when they began to yellow for another time,
I was left with the flavours of bitter cold.
previously published on Forget Me Not Press
Nicholas Siu-ting Lee (he/they) is a non-binary Chinese writer based in Vancouver, Canada. They have been published and writing professionally since 2023, and can be found at @SiutingLeePoet online.