Fallen Leaves As Fading Pieces Of Cloth Poem by Haiqing Hua

Fallen leaves as fading pieces of cloth
Oliver Hua, Nov.1st,2018, Toronto

The fine rain meets a later autumn
It is a time fallen leaves turn out as pieces cloth
A time with clouds and mists
A huge time veils cloudy world

Fallen leaves like fading pieces of cloth
They are so wet and thick
They remind me a wet and thick China south
The black roof and white wall in the river south

Fallen leaves like fallen rain drops
It wets our cotton cloth as rain drops
It reminds us the people sit besides the furnace
The evaporation of drying clothes flying on the air

Also flying on the air are the smell of food
Canister bone soup has been stewed so long
Deep-fried dough stick is wrapped inside a fancy rice ball
As well as the sweet soya milk, the vendor is peddling by the corner of street

China south is so wet, heavy, thick anddense
The small street lane is so moist and tender
They are painted on the cloth of history
Along with the evolution of time
They are fading as those fallen leaves

Those fallen leaves like fading pieces of cloth
They mingles with wet raindrops and teardrops
The gliding down on all transparent glasses

The fallen leaves gliding down onto thegey cementious ground
They like fading pieces of canvas
They are so stubborn trying to recover the color of the past in vain

The time has evolved hopelessly out of control
It is a time rolled over by the passing vehicles
Rolled over as a splash of messy mud

落叶如同褪色的碎布

华海庆
2018年11月1日于多伦多

晚秋时节正逢细雨
落叶如同褪色的碎布
氤氲迷蒙的日子
阴云如同巨大的帐幔

如同褪色碎布的落叶
浸湿而厚重
使人想起湿润厚重的南中国
江南黑色的瓦白色的墙

落叶飘落如同雨滴
如同雨滴打湿了的布衣服
如同围着暖炉而坐的人们
空气中飘荡在烘烤衣服的水汽

空气中飘荡的还有食品的味道
厨房煮了很久的筒骨汤
包着油条的糯米团
弄堂口小贩叫卖的甜豆浆

湿重而浓厚的南中国
滋润而温柔的小弄堂
画在了历史布衣服上面
随着时间的推演
如同落叶般褪色

如同褪色碎布的落叶
混杂在雨水和泪水的湿润中
从透明的玻璃上面滑落

滴落到褐色的水泥地面上面的落叶
就像褪色画布的碎片
顽强地企图回复往日的色彩

无奈如同不可收拾的岁月
被匆匆驶过的车辆
溅起一片泥浆