snowdrops, feb 10. Photo credit: Eric F.

by Mike Zhai

 

The years are not the same to each — in roots
Something awakens, knowing winter’s past,
The soil’s turning warm — the signal shoots
Up toward the tips of branches: Time at last
To bud and bloom! The messenger’s delay
Takes two weeks to be relayed up the trunk,
By then the Spring’s already underway–
A mist of tender green; white flowers sunk
Amid the undergrowth and ashen mat
Of deaths the river took a year ago.
Its watery torso rippling twists and heaves,
Transports the past and present life — just so
May I go winding through the faces that
Like mine, change color quickly as the leaves.

 

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Mike Zhai, co-author of Li Bo Unkempt, lives in Ypsilanti and teaches poetry at the University of Michigan. The poem is inspired by the first weeks of Spring, when new growth is palpable but not yet visible.

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