Fisherman's Selected Poems Two Late Chrysanthemums

One

Last night the freezing rain washed the garden,

Dead leaves fall away from the branches and fall into the soul of autumn.

The moon does not work, the stars are shadowless,

Yellow flower white chrysanthemum in a pot.

Two

Dead leaves and fading branches lock empty doors,

Frost stained yellow flowers after rain pot.

The old editor knows that I am a red chamber idiot,

From this inscription poem does not use N.