Picturesque hazy moon
waits for the arrival of spring,
emitting poetic light like mist
I look up at the moon,
and imagine the arrival of spring
This world changed
The season will also change soon
But the mysterious moon never changes
the shape of joy to upcoming spring
We are talking,
wandering in poetic light like mist
We wait for spring,
never giving up this world, ourselves,
and new signals of the morning glow
Poetry and Me, Sometimes Coffee 