Author Jonathan Chaves The mist in the palace willows holds all the grief of Six Dynasties, each catkin fearful of autumn at Yeh-ch'eng. So heartless! In this painting they meet the time of falling leaves: overnight, the west wind has swept through Stonetop Hill. 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