Sandalwood-trees with silver-grey stems-
Are the first to burst aflame,
As if no longer fearing
To be cheated of their birthright,
In haste and eager,
Before the green leaflets sprout and blossom
Teething on the thin, bare branches
Like stiff, tinder-red hen-combs when in combat.
And it seems that soon
The triumphant cry of the rooster
Shall drift from the tree-lines,
Arousing the muted longings
Through those long, winter nights.
The sky drinks in the early-blossoms’ wine,
While the west’s aglow with eventide,
Bearing fiery colors to the sea,
Tingling the deep, coral islets,
Growing paler, even paler,
While the sea shimmers in the reddish glare.
(Rachel Korn)
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