A swan struggles against the current of the Thames
An old man falls
Backward in the rain
The gray sky drips
An onslaught of April
Beneath the arches of a stone bridge
Spring teases me.
Bergamot aroma
Half-eaten cake
The warm splash
Of spilt tea.
The river goes by so fast
I cannot help
But stop and watch
It makes waves against the embankment.
Old age comes to view it
Spring
With plump and wrinkled flesh
Smile against the water.
Winter sobs into the grass
Hanging softly off the willow
That stands
Young green against the gray
Boats and shrubbery
Are still
As the air waits.