Top 20 Beautiful Poems About the Moment of Transition from Spring to Summer

HẠ

Phạm Quang Thu

The distant rumble of thunder at the horizon
As the evening glows, the summer day fades
It seems we're bidding farewell to March
As the sky plays the drums and cymbals of love
The familiar path is now wet with rain
Suddenly, a downpour makes the afternoon melody
The sunlight weaves through the rain's curtain
The silence is like a painting just completed

Oh, how lovely summer is
With the breeze dancing as the golden sun follows.

CHỚM HẠ

Miền Ký Ức

March has not yet passed, yet the wind is already stirring
Falling leaves by the doorstep, yellowing
I gather the leaves and hold them close, filled with memories
Suddenly, a day arrives with tangled hair of April

The Posanu tower bends under the scorching summer sun
Once-steadfast moments now sway and fall
Somewhere, I still hear Han's voice in the wind
'Who will buy the moon?' echoes in the distance

April arrives, the wind gently brushing through my hands
Dry and bitter, like a sip of strong coffee
You sway between spaces full of sunlight
The way home burns...
the pain of a whole land

We once retraced the steps of love through memories
In April's green wind, circling past moments
Then you left
And the sky and earth darkened into purple hues
The night poured into my heart with aching breaks

And I walked through the land of memories as a stranger
We briefly crossed paths, then let go and forgot
The street we passed is now only a shadow of the past
With no mist, but my eyes are still teary

One afternoon, we sat watching the clouds drift by
Burning dry leaves to dry my wet heart
Then we returned to a day without storms
I bit my lip... softly calling... April, oh April.

TẠM BIỆT THÁNG BA.

Poem: Giọt Mưa Thu

March memories barely brushed by the gate.
Summer is arriving with the wind's soft melody.
The fragrance of pomelo flowers fills the air.
Bumblebees and butterflies wander, lost in longing.

The Sưa flowers fall, drifting onto a small shoulder.
Night whispers at the corner, waiting for the past.
The young moon clings to the moment of transition.
Fog dances gently across the leaves.

March memories rise tenderly within my heart.
The dry, golden sun seems to hold back the fleeting season.
Spring, reluctant to leave, lingers on.
Filling the chest with emotions, so full and deep.

March memories hold so many things unsaid.
Welcoming summer to lull the Mộc Miên's wings to rest.
The season's shift carries unnamed longing.
March memories...
The intoxicating, alluring fragrance...!!!

XUÂN NGẦN

Đoàn Thịnh

Spring is still spring, even as it wanes
Opening my hands, what have I held?
So much of it is etched in anticipation
And many things slip away as they go

The things I couldn’t achieve
The sadness left behind is so little
And suddenly, I feel shy
In the presence of such a pure spring.

So, hold dear, my love
Rubbing your eyes to see clearly
Is there a gaze that, just for a moment
Can imprint on each other for a lifetime?

Spring will forever be spring
And we will always be spring
Whatever the future holds, it must
Give birth to the pure love of spring.

TIẾNG VE

Ngọc Bùi

Spring has passed, and summer is truly here
The hot, sweltering sun fills the sky with a buzzing sound
The cicadas' song is overwhelming, filling the air
The pink flowers are on the verge of blooming, setting the season ablaze

Summer arrives, spring has already gone
The stifling heat is felt everywhere
The cicadas' song echoes through the earth and sky
Flowers bloom again alongside the cicadas' melody

From afar to up close
The cicadas' calls can be heard everywhere, announcing the arrival of summer
The white uniforms whisper to each other
The schoolyard is bustling with activity, as summer and goodbyes meet.

CHỚM HÈ

Nguyễn Hường

The soft, gentle fragrance fills the air behind the porch
The tiny flowers of the betel plant bloom in delicate clusters

A sudden downpour, accompanied by thunder and lightning
Late at night, the croaking of frogs echoes across the fields

Summer knocks at the door by the river
The sun blazes, filling the air with warm heat and a rosy glow on the lips

Time lazily drifts by
Restlessness stirs as the seasons shift, changing their familiar positions

Bathing in the cool breeze
The soul feels refreshed, playfully dancing with the clouds

Looking around at the beauty of the scenery
Taking confident steps, the heart filled with joy and satisfaction.

HẠ SANG

Chu Long

Spring has passed, and the sound of summer arrives
The cicadas sing their tune, lulling in a dreamy haze
The tree's leaves have changed from fresh green
The flame tree blossoms in a burst of red, with petals stretching wide

Soft, smooth, with a pale body, the white dress
The gentle rays of sunshine glisten like golden threads
The schoolyard that afternoon lingers in my heart
The smile in someone's eyes still stays with me.

FIRST LOVE
Poem by: Nghĩa Trần

The spring leaves have changed their hue
Summer comes, replacing their golden attire
The scorching sun burns bright
Turning the red petals of the Phoenix flower even more vibrant

Hoping for rain, but none falls
The Cicada sings its melancholic tune
The old schoolyard feels abandoned
While the ancient trees gently sway, nurturing new sprouts

Seeking to heal a silenced soul
I recall the time when I held your hand
The wet letter, smudged with ink
Hidden within the desk, who placed it there?

The long flowing áo dài, how graceful it was
Its fragrance lingering, almost intoxicating
Spider webs blocked the path back home
Summer's heat scorched the love, returning a broken heart.

TỰ TÌNH THÁNG TƯ

Thơ: Nghi Lâm

Đã cuối xuân Sài Gòn vào mùa nóng

Ran cả người khi đội nắng ban trưa

Nhớ Hà Thành nơi đấy lắm hoa sưa

Vừa che mát, tỏa nhẹ hương dìu dịu

Dẫu biết đã rất xa và cách điệu

Nhưng luyến thương vẫn canh cánh bên anh

Tháng ba qua với trời ngát trong xanh

Dù oi nóng cũng nghe lòng thổn thức

Đến tháng tư chắc hẳn còn chưa dứt

Anh sẽ chờ cơn mưa hạ đầu mùa

Để mát lòng nhìn hoa phượng đung đưa

Nhờ chim sắt đưa anh về nơi ấy

Hãy an nhiên mà đón điều trông thấy

Em chớ buồn vương lệ ngấn rèm mi

Bởi chúng ta nào đâu đã chia ly

Tuy tạm vắng nhưng vẫn hoài nhung nhớ

Cũng đã qua những lần đau dang dở

Tình yêu đầu thật sự chẳng còn đâu

Kẻ quên ta hiện đang sống sang giàu

Bên người mới nơi miền xa xứ lạ

Tháng tư đến anh bồi hồi trong dạ

Loa kèn, hoa giấy nhắc nhở hè sang

Đớn đau tuy còn ẩn dấu chưa tan

Điều trị tiếp rồi cũng qua em nhỉ

Sẽ vui lắm khi cùng nhau thủ thỉ

HÀ THÀNH ƠI! TA ĐÃ TRỞ VỀ ĐÂY!

SPRING SUNSHINE DROP
Poetry by: Lan Thanh

The woman gathers each drop of March's sunshine
Softly scented with the petals of roses in the late afternoon
Whispering beneath the crimson sunset
The rustling sound of birds calling their friends back

Another spring is about to fade away
Does she feel a pang of nostalgia?
Time rushes by, with all its ups and downs
The sweet, sour, bitter, and savory moments

On the balcony, clouds dangle loosely, stretching out her hand to touch
She collects each fallen fragment of sunlight
Carefully hiding them in the fragrance and color of budding flowers and leaves
Her eyes sparkle with a joyful smile

Oh, the woman of spring
Age cannot stop a heart full of excitement
Nothing can stop the heartbeat of joy
How pure these spring sunshine drops are...

SEASONAL TRANSITION

Poet: Bằng Lăng Tím

Why grieve, dear Spring, so soon?

It's time to say farewell as Summer nears

How I long for those golden wings of the doypal

The purple-flowered Lagerstroemia stretching endlessly down the road

Shall we not hold onto all that love?

Cherry blossoms fall, their petals fading soft pink

The xoan purple, the white grapefruit blooms so graceful

Butterflies and bees alight on the morning dew of the branches

The seasonal shift brings the joy of the Swallows

They chirp in harmony, playing a symphony of a hopeful future for two

March approaches, the Spring nearing its end

The fragrance of the season lingers in my soul, a memory forever cherished.

SEASONAL SONG

Poet: Minh Việt

Spring has passed, and Summer dons a new attire

The golden sun doesn't wait for Summer's arrival

The Phoenix flower awakens, its red hues appearing in haste

The sound of cicadas fills the air, serenading the small town

I was born amidst the blooming Phoenix flowers

May arrives, painting the sky with the red hue of falling petals

The train's whistle calls its friends across the vast ocean

Steeped in warmth, like the people of Hai Phong

I cherish every sun-drenched Summer day

The sound of the flute on a kite’s string drifts in the air

Welcoming my mother home after the market, sharing gifts

I would hide behind her whenever my father raised his voice

How I wished for time to slow down

My childhood, so full of warmth, like it used to be

Those endless afternoons spent listening to my mother's lullabies

Then, I grew up, passing through two generations

Enduring the waves of the sea and the downpours of life

Yet I still wait, still hope for Spring to pass

So I can celebrate the arrival of Summer, dressed in its new form.

THE YEARNING OF THE SEASONAL TRANSITION

Poet: Trần Anh Kiệt

Spring has faded, and Summer is just beginning to appear

The path leading to the red Phoenix flowers outside the yard

A peaceful life, simple and humble

The wind carries a feeling of nostalgia deep within

April touches the memory of the past

The day of the seasonal shift, the flowers blooming

The cicadas' song fills the air, blending with the season

Reminiscing the moments that once passed

A longing voice carried by the wind

The Phoenix flowers' sorrow staining the path

Yearning for the violet hues of Spring

A heavy heart, echoing the sorrow of farewell

No one knows the reasons for the separation

The last moonlight shines, scattering its rays

Blaming fate for leaving our bond unfulfilled

The clouds weep, and the cold rain falls

Our shared vow, lost in the distance

The road is obscured, promises broken

The pain of separation stabs deep within

On that long night, the pillow soaked with sadness

Yet I hold onto the love, forever beautiful

The soft pink sun rays illuminating the poetic path

Though regret lingers, nothing can be done

By the moonlit threshold, the one who left never returns.

SEASONAL MELODY

Poet: Vũ Thắm

Spring has passed, and Summer steps in with quiet grace

Like your soft hair flying gently before the breeze

Your eyes shimmer, reflecting the light of the full moon

The red Phoenix flowers announce the arrival of a new season

You are far from me, lost in an overwhelming yearning

The farther apart we are, the stronger my desire grows

Do you understand, deep within, the eternal feeling

My heart knows nothing but the image of you

As the days pass, all my memories are filled with longing for you

I hold our love, keeping it from shattering too easily

Come back to me, don't leave us unfinished

So the verse does not cry out the sorrow of separation

The seasonal melody plays within the song of love

The purple Lagerstroemia sways gently along the narrow road

Come back, my love, my heart always waits for you

Awaiting your return, to express the words of love!

THE FIRST BREATH OF SUMMER

Poem by: Chung Mai

The first breath of summer...do you know it yet?

The sunlight gently brushes the young leaves with a rosy glow

The soft breeze makes my heart flutter strangely

The night falls with a faint scent in the air

The moon, still young, shines dimly through the mist

The melody lingers, like an everlasting tune

The constant hum of insects seems to sing in unison

The path feels uncertain, yearning for someone to return

The first breath of summer...the cicadas cry so painfully

The purple flowers by the sidewalk stay silent

The white dress sways gently as it floats through the quiet afternoon

The long road stretches ahead, with no one in sight

The first breath of summer...my heart trembles with longing

The changing season brings with it gusts of wind

Afraid to lose even the smallest trace of fragrance

Will the summer be sorrowful, no longer holding the spirit of spring?

SEASONAL TRANSITION

Poetry by: Nhật Bình

Hey, has spring passed already?

It seems like summer's arrival is just a whisper away

Golden sunlight drifts with a faint warmth

A breeze stirs, softly carrying words of love.

Oh my, spring lingers at the end of the road

Still echoing the feelings of those who love somewhere

The changing season fills me with a hollow longing

And she, hesitant, steps into the rhythm of my poem.

Look, my dear, spring still waits for us

We didn't meet before summer comes

The green leaves rustle in a silent symphony

The tune of longing plays, heavy with bittersweetness.

Summer has arrived, and so has the one I cherish

The flowers bloom again along the path of yesterday

This afternoon, rain suddenly falls

The changing season leaves me intoxicated in a dreamy reverie.

KHÚC GIAO MÙA

Poem by: Hạnh Nguyễn

The cuckoo sings as summer approaches

The village roads glow with rice, bright red

The colors mix with the sound of cicadas

Stories of Spring and Summer intertwine in a gentle tune

Late Spring, the season of dreamy nights

Summer arrives with its own charm, full of life

Look there, a glimpse of a boat dock

Two young girls wait, leaning in anticipation

Riding bicycles as if in a dream

Long green hair flowing freely by their sides

Their Ao Dai flutters, elegant and graceful

As the seasons change, who is lost in thought?

Hurry up, my love, the summer awaits

The red phoenix blossoms, full of dreams

Life is like a poem, a fleeting melody

Creating the rhythm that stirs the heart.

THE TRANSITION INTO SUMMER (2)

Author: Hoàng Minh Tuấn

The changing season witnesses so many transformations
New buds of late spring stretch out their leaves and branches
Sudden rains sweep away the dry, harsh sunlight
As the earth and sky both await the arrival of summer

The sunlight of the season change brightens the tiles
Weaving a golden carpet over the rice fields by the dikes
A hint of nostalgia for the fragrance of the countryside
The last of the pomelo blossoms linger on

In the quiet street, someone stands waiting
A bouquet of lilies hidden behind their back
The longing look hides deep emotions
Waiting for someone to arrive, carrying the sweet fragrance of the new summer sun

Spring is almost over, and we welcome the summer
In my heart, the purple of the lagerstroemia stays vivid
The street in summer will be adorned by the vibrant red of the phoenix flowers
As we drift in a whirl of dreams...

APRIL MELODY

Poem by: Ha Nguyen

The weather shifts gently toward summer,
The breeze caresses softly,
A sudden rain shower hastily
Touches the blooming lily.

My sister, graceful and serene,
Walks through the streets,
Her delicate silk dress
Holds the essence of the changing season.

The sun dances in play,
Drying each blade of grass,
And somewhere, lingering worries
Depart in silence.

What does April reflect upon,
On simple, everyday things?
Let us tread softly,
Lest we shatter this dream of flowers.

Goodbye to the chill of March,
Spreading hands to embrace the summer sun,
In this hurried journey of life,
The beginning remains untouched....!

THE LONGING OF APRIL

Đào Mạnh Thạnh

April arrives, the sky is clear with green trees
Could it be that summer rushes in as spring fades?
The flame tree still holds some glowing embers
The acacia flowers scatter across the small path

In the breeze, I hear the whispers of love and nostalgia
The sweet scent of pomelo still lingers in the soft wind
Spring is gone, yet the flamboyant flowers gently sway
Awaiting the warm sunshine to color the vibrant hues

Silently, I dream with my hand held tight
The bittersweet feeling of love, deeply immersed
The evening breeze chills like a starry night
The thin coat longs for the sun to bring warmth

Spring has passed, summer has come, but why is it not warm yet?
The streets in the afternoon are damp with falling dew
The small alley seems to lack its familiar faces
Spring is full of longing, summer is filled with yearning

I know that love is bound by fate and destiny
Let go, yet still, it drags me along, lost in the flow
Why does the heart still ache with longing?
The passionate spring has passed, leaving only the memories

As the night falls, my heart remains frozen
The evening mist wraps the rooftops
In silence,
My bare feet tread through the quiet streets
Embracing the silent ache, dreaming of that spring.