Author Peter H. Lee Are chestnuts falling in the valley of red jujubes? And crabs crawling in the stubble after a harvest of rice? Wine is ripe, and a sieve seller passes by. What can I do but strain and drink? Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments