Vibrant, warm breath of Spring pervades everywhere,
yet I can still feel Winter's frost.
Days are longer and brighter,
yet where is the luster in the heart.
Color hues are rich and full in the budding tapestry,
yet the tincture dyes does not reach
my drossy eyes.
Sun-drawn path glows in its unexhausted kindliness,
yet it fail to reach my ember hearth.