The Seasons of Grass - Poetry by Ngo Mau Tinh

(Dedicated to the people of Hue city)

No more birdsong
wind-scratched fields
tears filled with mud
hardship in mother's eyes

ILLUSTRATION: TUAN ANH

river full of moss and rubbish
the well next door is full of letters
leaning bamboo bank stranded
frogs' cries shook the heavens and the earth

children playing in flood water
muddy village faces
silver lullabies of the mountains and forests
cassava cassava poor
meal rekindled memories

night
couldn't be closer
star fell on the roof
Mother sat mending the torn blanket from the wind
The sound of cats mixed with the sound of rain outside
anxiety

morning
The village was silent as if no one had ever been there.
bare feet purple as rice grains
The wind still blows coldly
don't know where to find
grass find home

Source: https://thanhnien.vn/nhung-mua-con-co-tho-cua-ngo-mau-tinh-185251031191144724.htm