April 02nd, 2025
Wang Wei
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