The wind of February
raging one last time
as the rooster crowing
in the early morning
awaking
the dreamland of the earth
the sedate sagacious seeds
waking up
convened in the hall of wisdom
contending for their own
soil
the stilly guileless village
unlatched the door of the barn
and unloosed all the dreams of yesterday
the wind of February
a panegyric to coldness
an encomium to the harsh
winter
a prelude to the early spring
a philharmonic for
warmth.
The center of the ocean
the lightest of blue drawing
an arc
painting
the natural colors between
the two poles
in the icy evening
the big gray lapels in the sky
covering
the tangerine tie.
The wind blowing
the lamp outside the window
the snow falling
on a page of a book
and frozen
an incomplete fairytale
little fawns foraging in the jungle
do they ever return home
the winter is
such a beautiful
yet sentimental
season.
The winter wind
like a scrubbing brush
washing the landscape
snow enshrouding noises
mantling the sunny mood
A herd of sheep
strolling on a sand dune
the migration of wild geese
the ocean of cotton
overhead
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Tonight there’s gonna be
a silver dream
like the pigeons unfolding their wings
like a lotus rising from the shadow of water
the leaves are
like ceramic glaze
flowing toward the sound of autumn
on the roof
the silvery waves of moon
have condensed into exquisite ice
the longitudinal dream
like a boat in a tailwind
sailing toward the frozen night.
Razor in the air
colder than brandisher
arched moon in a tree
solitariness of the crickets
knoll of the fall season
truncated
the fog of moon
rose from the river afar
whos knocking at the door
theres only
frost and rime outside
only
shadows of phantasm
knocking aroun (more…)
tottering tipsily
Old times flowing,
ChinHooi Ng's Poetic Notes 