Footsteps of the season

Ngo Thi Thuc Trang

I don't know where the days will lead me

I don't know when the rose bush in front of the porch will bloom.

The sun is so yellow where I hang clothes to dry

Flocks of brown sparrows swooped down and then soared up in the bright green morning.

I never thought I would be here.

The pineapple bush is silent through stormy seasons

The fence is sparse and the scent of guava seeps in.

Take me back to the winters that never get old.

I'm still here, in a small corner of the garden in a deep alley.

There are childish cheeks protruding for spring buds to gently place

There is a poem waiting for you to type on the keyboard

There is the clanging of bowls and chopsticks in the middle of a busy day.

With you and the footsteps of the season

Every time we meet, we are as surprised as the first time.

The petals fall joyfully

Wither and thrive…

Source: https://baodaklak.vn/van-hoa-du-lich-van-hoc-nghe-thuat/van-hoc-nghe-thuat/202508/nhung-buoc-chan-mua-32901d3/