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