After the rain

Pinhole. A Spring House.
© Isaac Pereira. 2006

After the rain
the trees sprouted from a green silence
and the birds sang, hidden in rock nests.
It had a weak light, it turns yellow, crepuscular,
a light that made days lengthen, that ennobles.
And in my small gardens, a scent of pansy and hydrangeas.

In that time, after the rain,
the clouds, as we,
they took a walk, whites, over the desert city.


Koi Hui-Sio
Translated by Isaac Pereira