Autumn Evening in a Mountain Retreat


After the rain,
the empty mountain
at dusk
is full of autumn air.
A bright moon
shines between the pines;
The clear spring water
glides over the rocks.
Bamboo leaves rustling —
the washer-girls bound home.
Water lilies swaying —
a fisher-boat goes down.
Never mind that
spring plants are no longer green.
I am here to stay
my noble friends!


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Comment by Sarah Sunny on November 27, 2009 at 10:05am
....I love this poem.

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