Highland Oolong In Winter Night
Jan. 8th, 2016 08:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mr_stapletonI watch through rare evening's curtain
how winter light becomes uncertain,
how pigeons get their scanty bread
and leave sad sparrows unfed,
I brew oolong in earthen teapot
and feel its warmth, and want to keep it,
to wait till Yu refills her spoon,
to take the path of silent moon...
how winter light becomes uncertain,
how pigeons get their scanty bread
and leave sad sparrows unfed,
I brew oolong in earthen teapot
and feel its warmth, and want to keep it,
to wait till Yu refills her spoon,
to take the path of silent moon...
