Orange Osmanthus


Two bitter smiles, hiding displease
Sadly lamenting their problems
They say farewell under gold trees
She must wait more than two autumns-
When the sun melts away the freeze
And orange osmanthus blossoms

"Promise to come by springtime please,
For I will wait by the columns."
She holds his hands, gives them a squeeze.
"Before the sweet cicada hums
When the sun melts away the freeze
And orange osmanthus blossoms."

And he smiles bright, puts her at ease
"Yes, after a few more autumns
I'll return, and be on my knees;
So wait for me, for that day comes
When the sun melts away the freeze
And orange osmanthus blossoms."

Years pass, his face she never sees
Not in one, two, or three autumns
Not when the seasons change the trees
Way past when the cicada hums
When the sun melts away the freeze
And orange osmanthus blossoms.

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