Autumn and Springtime

Two poems in this raining day
Drip side by side.
First indication is the smell
That wisps on the faint breeze,
Fresh, and watery.
Next a rolling waft of air,
Lifting bamboo leaves,
Feather, and wispy.
Springtime and autumn season,
Now and then,
Fetters the silence of midnight;
But this transitory moment of love
Is crystallized tonight.
Someday in the future,
This tiny and amorous moment of our life
Will come back and swell into a minute,
An hour,
A morning,
A day,
A week,
A month,
And a year,
Till the moment it comes.