Winter

To my father...

I

Cold, in the moonlight,
the grapevine shadow,
touch the stone.

II

Remained the branches,
a song of a bird,
frozen wires.

III

Someone forgot it:
it hangs in the naked branches
an old grapes cluster.

IV

I open the window:
All gray! Only snow!
A blackbird in the branch!

V

A frost morning:
Air of burnt vineyard
in the old ones fire.

Koi Hui-Sio
Translated by IP