過暖的天氣催木棉早開

Spring too soon, the cotton tree flowering

而枯葉還沒有褪盡

scarlet before its dry leaves fall,

那掌的複叠

their palmlike clumps

靠攏成一團團枯黃

bunched dead yellow,

仍然纏繞著瘡刺的枝椏

still bound to oozing branches

抽取素養：陽光、水分……

pumping sap and sunlight.

但你已把禦寒的衣服收妥

I’ve put my winter clothes away

彷彿對時令失去敏覺

as if outside of time.

它忽而又刮來一陣寒風

A sudden, chilling gust

叫試探的棉蕊抖擻

shakes the cotton’s pistils,

說：冬日終會過去，且再守待

saying wait, winter yet will end.

奇怪這會是花和葉的吵嘴

How strange a single tree

在同一株樹上，你仰起頭迎接

where flowers and leaves contend.

三兩燦爛的紅綻落自穹蒼

I raise my head, the vaulted sky

spilling bright red flames.