“A single leaf, blown from a lakka-tree,
whispers autumn through the world.”
Sung Yü (Chou Dynasty)
In the shiver
of cold dew
the lake’s mirror ripples
On the untrodden grass
your footprints leave their mark
in the cold dawn
Not one lakka leaf has fallen here
yet after a barbaric cycle
the warm soul of autumn has returned
The skiff sails back to the old wharf
carrying moonlight in its hood
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