Poem – About Tu Fu

I met Tu Fu on a mountaintop 

In August when the sun was hot

Under the shade of his big straw hat

His face was sad

In the years since we last parted

He’d grown wan, exhausted 

Poor old Tu Fu, I thought then

He must be agonizing over poetry again.

Poem – Day’s End

Oxen and sheep were brought back down

Long ago and bramble gates closed over

Mountains and rivers far from my old garden

A windswept moon rises into clear night.
Springs trickle down dark cliffs and autumn

Dew fills ridgeline grasses my hair seems

Winter in lamplight. The flame flickers

Good fortune over and over and for what