Snowing at Home

Snow in Hometown

Blown to Jinan

Landing on the branches of red apricot

What the branches are whispering

Is not the spring

But the bitter cold

Snow in Hometown

Blown to my eyes

Falling into my eye sockets

What is swirling in my eye sockets

Is not tears

But a little salty

Heavy snow locking Jinan

Like a surrounding wall made of bronze and iron

I, trapped in the middle

Holding a lonely lamp in my hand

The lonely lamp mourns in the snow

In front of the eyes, darkness

January 21, 2015