Spring - Poem by Duy Bui
May is approaching carelessly
Bringing the newest light of spring.
In the howling wind I’d clearly
Hear the birds’ whispers and they’d sing
Above the iron blades of dusk.
The first scent of spring never leaves.
I’d sit in its silence and see,
How the parched trees start to bear leaves,
And nature’s consistent mercy
Sets aglow the untrained spirit.
Light has seized the fast fleeting night.
Ineffaceable prints on snow
Who trailed the grim wind, and the sight
Of every past wintry sorrow,
Now float in the portrait of light.
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