April 02^nd, 2025

Evening in the Mountains

After the rain
That covered these mountains
The night air
Smells of fall

The moon gleams
Among long-needled pines
Rushing softly across its rocks
The creek glitters

Bringing their laundry home
Through the bamboos
Women chatter
A fisherman poles his boat
Through the heavy lotus leaves

Swaying
The spring flowers
And their heavy odors
Are gone

Stick around anyway
Old friend
For the beauty of fall

Wang Wei