Autumn Reverie
Red leaves rustle in the fading light,
At the pavilion, a cup of wine to
make it right.
Clouds disperse over Mount Tai,
As light rain passes through
Middle's way.
Tree hues change with the mountains' form,
River sounds merge with the
distant sea's storm.
Tomorrow, home in the emperor's
city we'll be,
But still, we dream of fishing
and wood-cutting endlessly. |