Writing on the Way to Yongmiri

After summer has departed, during

Starting to Yongmiri on the way,

The tinged yellow, fruits of the ginkgo,

Trees beside the road sway,

The migratory locusts are whimping incessantly,

Crying amidst the round graves,

And hovering above the trees, dragonflies

Lightly float on the breeze waves.

The scent of white chrysanthemums spreads

Ceremonial hall like the dart,

And the funeral procession in black attire

Dissolves the pain into the heart.

In childhood, when seeing a grave, it naturally

Evoked a little bit fear,

But not anymore, knowing the path

To heaven isn't far from here.

(Mar. 2024. Kinsley Lee)