The Cold Clear Spring At Nanyang

A pity it is evening, yet
I do love the water of this spring
seeing how clear it is, how clean;
rays of sunset gleam on it,
lighting up its ripples, making it
one with those who travel
the roads; I turn and face
the moon; sing it a song, then
listen to the sound of the wind
amongst the pines.

by Li Po

Comments (3)

This poem is absolutely beautiful....: 3
This poem is categorized as spring (the season) in this collection - but it's about a spring of water. Perhaps the poet wrote it in the spring of the year. I can guess that, anyway; one in four are the odds.
........simply beautiful, a lovely write ★