Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
Now the slow spring breeze
even the peach trees hold their breath
The cold has delayed past the promise of swallows
I chose the lotus West Lake’s hundred-petal bloom
still wet with morning
her scent, soft silk of memory
to cradle this year’s first tea
In my quiet house, smoke curls from pomelo peel
and a whisper of rain braids itself into steam
you came from far away, but here
Watch the green buds rise
in the wide-mouthed porcelain.
they reach, they bloom
like something sweet to remember
Drink slowly, let the fragrance stay between us
let the lotus read where words would stumble
all of spring has gathered in this one cup
And when you go, do not take perfume
take only this taste, this moment
carry it gently on your lips
a season the cup still sings
