Bride Of Spring Poem by Bing Hua

I don’t know what kind of fan spring uses
to fan green the grass to fan red the flowers
I don’t know what kind of comb spring uses
to comb gardens and streets into beautiful sceneries

I only know in my garden
a splendid rose is blooming
at the most eye-catching spot
on the street a greeting float
is coming from the direction of bird flight

O spring is so sweet and charming
I want to be the bride of spring


By Rose Lu (Bing Hua) Tr. William Marr