Author Burton Watson Masses of dark moss, earth newly rained on,tiny drops of cold dew under an autumnish sky:don't stare at the bright moon, dwelling on the past—you'll only mar the features of your face, shorten your years. 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