Poetry
The Year of the Rabbit
-January 9, 2023
The sun sets in a wintry pink sky
like spilt red paint soaking into the white.
The sun then descends in an orange glow, sinking
below brewing clouds like a tiger entering murky waters.
The evening sky darkens as the lunar new year approaches.
Snow glistens,
descending gently.
Though, despite the storm,
I don’t feel that cold.
My footsteps crackle as I walk
in the fresh fallen snow. At a glance,
I notice movement in the night.
I turn to look,
two rabbits
frolic in the snow.
The Year of the Rabbit
Poetry
2023