Spring Festival's Coming Poem by Kwai Chee Low

Early morning, the mist reluctantly flees,
leaving behind a fresh crisp air.
Dew on roses and orchids
dandelions and sunflowers,
sparkles and winks, caught in the rays of the sun.

In the distance a rooster crows lustily,
quickly followed by a willing chorus.
The Spring Festival is here!
Lines of red lanterns hung up high
bob and dance in the breeze.

A full wolf moon brought excitement many moons ago,
and bullfrogs were in a frenzy croaking up their songs.
Now the spirit of the golden rooster reigns supreme!
We celebrate its coming, we dress in our best reds,
we brighten up even the trees at the nearby stream.