Spring: A Poetic Return

As constant as daybreak after darkness,
spring returns in Korea
after a winter
that, though milder than last year’s icy grip,
often blanketed the peninsula in thick snowfalls—
a needless burden for the five still in uniform.

Through softened soil,
baby plants break free,
awakened from deep winter dreams.
Branches, long stark and bare,
begin to garb themselves
with tiny, delicate buds,
preparing once more to bedeck.

Winter, reluctant to yield its stage,
cast a final flurry overnight,
draping Seoul in a surreal veil of white,
luminous against the deep blackness
of still night.

Winter-weight coats, bright-knit sweaters,
and wool-blend pants now rest in roomy boxes,
slumbering peacefully,
awaiting winter’s inevitable return.

My bicycle gleams anew,
its chains greased and tires breathed with fresh air,
readied for leisurely rides
along the flowing curves of the Han River.

Warmth kindles my bones,
rejuvenating body and spirit,
my mind dancing in anticipation,
eager for memories soon to bloom
in the vivid celebration
nature hosts every spring.