December





December

Yearn Hong Choi

December is the gray sky, and darkened world.

We all stand in the corner of darkened world

With a melancholic sentiment.

The fallen leaves have left the street.

I can see you coming through the naked trees.

Snow will come, like a letter.

I want to go to the equator in December,

And want to forget December.

I want to forget the passing of a year in an African jungle,

Or I want to sleep in your green memories.

I want to be with those who can extend the month of December

A little longer.

So I skip the winter, and want to meet in early Spring, like a squirrel.

My friend who visits without a call is truly my friend:

He leaves wood at my fireplace.

In December, the moon rises with a genuine friendship.

You are weaving my wool jacket.

The fireplace burning wood makes my room cozy:

Water is boiling for tea in the room of a poet.

The cactus is blooming in red and white in his room.