DAWN LANDSCAPE

The last watch has sounded in K’uei-chou.

Color opening above Solar-Terrace Mountain,

a cold sun clears high peaks. Clouds linger,

blotting out canyons below tangled ridges,

and deep Yangtze banks keep sails hidden.

Beneath clear skies: clatter of falling leaves.

And these deer at my bramble gate: so close

here, we touch our own kind in each other.