BÔNG HỒNG NỞ MUỘN

BÔNG HỒNG NỞ MUỘN           

 

 

Bông hồng                                                   

Nở muộn chiều nay                                 

Bừng lên sắc nắng say say môi hồng           

 

Ngẩn ngơ                                                     

Em đứng ngõ trông                                 

Lạ chưa... ngõ phố bềnh bồng mây bay     

 

Thoáng                                                        

Tà áo trắng sương lay                                

Ồ không... Xuân đến nơi này đã lâu              

 

Vô tình                                                         

Sợi tóc bạc mầu                                          

Theo thời gian chạy                                 

                              Về đâu                                           

                                        Cánh hồng!                                                  

 

La Rochelle (France) Mùa Giáng Sinh 2001                      

                                                THU MINH

 

 

THE LATE ROSE

 

 

The late rose,

Glowing with sun tints, making pink lips tipsy,

This afternoon to open finally chose.

 

Thrown into tizzy,

I stand at the gate – so strange! - to note

That clouds over the streets do float and float.

 

I catch sight, quickly:

The dew shakes a white dress - which chum?

Oh no!... Springtime has here so long come.

 

Unintentionally

My hair has grown grey

Together with time that passes fast away.

                    Where will the rose resettle

                                        Of its each petal!

 

                                            THANH-THANH