Spring Shower

Outside the curtains the rain is pattering

As the season draws to its end.

My satin bed-cover cannot keep out

the chill at dawn.

In the dream, I forgot

that I was in exile,

And for a time there was joy.



Never lean against the balustrade in solitude.

O, my mountains and rivers -

It was so easy to part,

But the return proves to be so hard.

Spring, will you go with the falling petals

and drifting currents

To paradise? Let me remain a while.