BY THE LAKE (author: DOAN VAN MAT)
I sit with the tumultuous days, the dragonfly lands alone on the waves, flying up to chill the winter.
a distant light brings warmth closer a melancholy grass bank waiting for spring to come a late morning mist turns purple a red fallen banyan leaf next to a footprint
The whole winter is scattered around me, empty, no more shelter, birds fly away in silence, only the wind howls in my heart! 7.2024
OLD FOOTPRINTS (author: NGUYEN QUOC TOAN)
The night in the Doai region, the wind blows through the small street The shadow of the homeland appears in a distant dream Just a moment, the yellow light flickers Enough to stir up an unforgettable nostalgia Son Tay in winter, the fog covers the path
The ancient citadel is thoughtfully reflected on the lake surface. The late night lamp is quietly lit by the old porch. Desolately waiting for someone in a numb feeling.
People who are far away remember the smell of grilled sticky corn, Phu Nhi rice cakes, fragrant throughout the street vendors, Skinny footsteps on every street corner, Looking back at winter memories, Son Tay night, rushing wind on the Red River, Bare banyan tree waiting for the season of changing leaves
Falling yellow leaves or your whispering call In a dream, a distant shadow You go far away, remember the old love Listen to the wind gently reminding of the past Even though there are many new things there
Old footprints still imprint the homeland. 12.2024
CONFIDENCES WITH THE EAST (author: LE LAN)
The lotus fades and closes the autumn dream. Winter comes, the wind howls and calls the mist. Let your soul wander in the Hang Quang Han Palace, hide your ups and downs.
Occasionally hearing the heavens and earth confide in each other. The wind blows, the rain suddenly rains. The dry sun and the North joke around. How many dreams are woven to please the East?
Return the yellow and pink color of Autumn, Let the soul of the flower be drunk for a lifetime of wandering. The sky has just cleared and suddenly it rains. Who chased the North away, blurring the eyelids?
Five watches of whispering, drop by drop, What can I say to my heavy heart, my love?
WINTER (author: VO MANH HAO)
The child plays with Winter with a golden straw that has been kept since Summer, where birds stand every day preening their feathers on branches of firewood, where Autumn has just left, a few mushrooms have grown.
darkness parted, filled with dreams in the empty house, unrecognized, the child unrecognized, the face of autumn, light emitted from the cat's eyes, guiding the December wind, sinking in the space
The shaking of the house frightened the birds, they flew away and hid in the nest that still smelled of grass, the sky grew darker, many fish scales appeared
The cold cuts through every cold stubble hiding the feet lying on the field and the innocent laughter of the yellow-skinned child spreads across the river.
12.2024
NIGHT RAIN (author: QUAN SON)
Walking with you in the rain at night, I feel lost in my own private space.
Who is the one who spreads love poems? The rain falls and lingers, thinking of a lonely figure.
Listening to the love song of the falling rain, I was absent-mindedly thinking that the rain and sky were also drunk.
The moment of parting was filled with emotion. I knew the rain would still come to this place, oh rain!
DAN MUA (author: HONG DA)
Alone behind the window Listening to the afternoon pattering falling Silent drops of heart Weaving rain into the sky
I thought time had stopped, giving my heart a little peace.
Still...
the sound of the drizzling rain blends into the evening...12.2024
