The gentle rain, like a violin
Clear autumn is the string
September’s fragrance
Permeate into the trunks
Discolored leaves are falling
onto earthy bed of refreshing
5Sept2015
Three images in six lines, four senses evoked: sight, sound, scent, touch, title image - these are the components of your poem, in the tradition of hundreds, no, thousands of Chinese poets before you, and they would all recognize the poetry you're writing. I'm going to write a similar poem today in the Twin Cities because it's same kind of day here.
Thrilling expression on autumn. A marvellous poem that touches the heart and mind. Many thanks dear Cigeng, keep the ball rolling......10
Another beautiful piece, and I sense the zen. I am especially mesmerised with your metaphor Clear autumn is the spring. Thanks for sharing Cigeng.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another autumn comes around with russet and golden leaves and, yes..... the rain. Good poem.