Author Peter H. Lee A stretch of blue water between the shores in autumn:The wind sweeps light rain over a boat coming back.As the boat is moored at night near the bamboos,Each leaf rustles coldly, awakening sorrow. 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