Springtime Paradise
Nora M. Bozeman
 
I walked with Spring along a path
Where roses took a dew-dropped bath,
Where lilacs’ white and purple hues
Salute the day with rave reviews.
  * * *
I danced with Spring along a creek
Where frisky frogs play hide-and-seek,
Where dogwood trees wore lacy gowns
Neath canopies of cotton crowns.
  * * *
The earth stood still, my cares took flight;
My soul was filled with pure delight.
I walked with Spring where Nature trod
And gazed upon the face of God.
 

Phoûng dòch:
Thieân Ñöôøng Ngaøy Xuaân
 

Toâi böôùc cuøng Xuaân doïc con ñöôøng
Coù nhöõng ñoaù hoàng taém trong söông,
Chaøo ñoùn ngaøy vui ñang trôû laïi
Trong nhöõng saéc maàu hoa Ñænh Höông.

    * * *
Toâi muaù cuøng Xuaân doïc nhaùnh soâng.
Kia baày eách nhaùi giôõn vui khoâng,
Vaø nhöõng caây sôn choaøng aùo ñeïp
Nhö nhöõng taám maøn keát ñaày boâng.
    * * *
Lo laéng bay ñi giöõa trôøi yeân.
Hoàn toâi traøn ngaäp neùt tinh tuyeàn.
Toâi ngöôùc troâng leân nhìn Thieân Chuaù
Khi böôùc cuøng Xuaân giöaõ thieân nhieân. 
 

San Diego, California
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