Vo Thi Nhu Mai

Apologies, Winter

                     Picture: Farid Bellal

The rain begins its gentle rhythm
Like the soft murmur of your lips
Here is the window by the veranda
How many raindrops that soften the midday dream

The road is slippery and there come her steps
For nearly a day, rows of trees are getting wet
Graceful Ao Dai weaving in sunlight
Winter dampens all that feels like dreams

The fields, low and high
With the cracked feet, mending and split anew
Which restless wind passing by
Etching our breaths as if longing being fermented

The betel tray is there without any betel leaves
Pale lips in the whispers of the night
Winter could be felt by the wings of the birds
Sorrow falling in the passing afternoon with little promise

By the porch scattering little droplets …

     

Original: Xin lỗi mùa đông – Thùy Vy
Translated by Vo Thi Nhu Mai

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