Innocent sorrow

Chrysanthemums in APRIL

Sways in tune of days

In greet of earthly heys,

Blooms in yellow lays;

But in autumn

Still the Chysanthemums are

In growth in growth!

Yet slowly,a Petal

Petals fell it fall

Of seeds of brown,

Whole but alone

Mock the TIME!

Autumn that was

Leave it sobs!

It shrugs and still, The Autumn’s—

In April, Chrysanthemums

Laugh with zephyr laugh

But of secrets elope!