#lunarnewyear
The Dragon year, a vibrant hue,
Now fades, a memory, bittersweet and true.
Solitude's embrace, a winter's chill,
Gave way to warmth, a love that time can't ****
The Rabbit year, a sorrow's bitter sting,
Left scars unseen, a wounded spirit's wing.
The Dragon's dawn, a fragile, timid bloom,
Seeking solace in life's quiet room.
But destiny, with gentle, guiding hand,
Revealed a soul, a kindred understand.
Beyond the surface, deep within her core,
The anguish seen, and wounds forevermore.
A solace offered, unexpected grace,
Two souls entwined in a warm embrace.
The spark ignited, a love beyond compare,
Mending the broken, easing every care.
Now hand in hand, they journey to the Snake,
A new beginning, for love's sweet sake.
Heart to heart, a balance they will find,
Forever bound, in love's embrace entwined.
Jan 28, 2025
Jan 28, 2025 at 1:48 PM UTC
With twin oranges
Welcome blessings for new year
Relatives around
Feb 2, 2025
Feb 2, 2025 at 9:56 PM UTC
On a winter day in Amherst town,
When early dusk is settling down,
The drums awake the waiting street,
With steady hands and dancing feet.
From fire doors in painted red,
The lion lifts its bright-stitched head,
It bows to luck, to years gone by,
Then greets the hope that's passing by.
Through downtown paths the colors roll,
A cloth-bound heart, a borrowed soul,
Each cymbal crash, each measured spin,
Invites the coming fortune in.
At teahouse doors and kitchens warm,
The lion pauses, takes its form,
Bestowing luck from stop to stop,
Where laughter steams and woks don't stop.
At two o'clock the journey starts,
Through careful time and beating hearts,
Each moment marked, each doorway blessed,
No hurried step, no second-guess.
From bowl to cup, from spice to steam,
The streets themselves begin to dream,
That luck can walk, that joy can stay,
And lead the year the proper way.
When drums grow soft and lions rest,
The town feels lighter, quietly blessed,
For in the cold, the old, the new,
Amherst remembers what to do.
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 8:48 AM UTC