J U V E N I L E

Emerald lucent gaze,
Single and brunette,
Not quite forty yet--
Do you feel content?

Named snow-flower,
Known by one and all,
No longer safflower--
A mere thorn in the fall…

Never got to give you
A springtime posy…
Yet it’s so cozy and true
In this modest boutique!

VARAND
Translated By: Tatul Sonentz