"Unbearable to watch these endless silk threads rain through the sky...Leisurely flowers fall to the green mossy earth." – Wang Wei, "A Young Lady's Spring Thoughts"











At night along the garden paths the rain has retreated.
It is a small war won today by the elegant crabapple.
How long they all waited inside the pulsing buds.
The light in the sky drifts off and fades over the lake.
The strongest perfume in the room there is little doubt.
As we stoop to smell we wish the rain away for May.