Author Burton Watson A mat in the clear breeze by the eaves; under the pines, a wine cup in the moonlight ā there's subtle meaning in just such things, much more so when an old friend comes! 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