Spring Comes to Lake Shanghai, by Wu Li. 17th Century
It’s been a long winter. Like winter would never leave. Ever leave. Even though it was fairly mild where I live, the mood was winter for a long time. The mind of winter. The soul of cold. Perhaps it’s the state of the world. The economy. The cultural and political fights. Endless and ultimately boring. Perhaps. That said, spring is here and just in nick of time.
By the way, who is this Nick character and what did he do with Chronos?
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We have two new sets of poems on tap: Doreen LeBlanc and Sean Howard grace our pages again.
