In the hot Summer night,

We were drunk with the poignant fragrance of a thousand flowers

Alas, we are coming to the end of the wild South

Along with the poetic allure of Autumn

With falling maple leaves

With the pungent aroma of Chrysanthemum

Waving to the frozen North,

The smiling plum blossoms

Signal the coming of Spring

In which warmth and comfort will be again

Inspiring the brave bamboo

To survive the snowy Winter

As Summer will come again

London

11th Nov. 2010