Author Jonathan Chaves Wavelets like rippling trees, trees that look like mist; truly an atmosphere of spring clouds drizzling rain. Where did he catch those fish? Where did he drink wine? ā Beneath cabin-roof of bamboo sheaths he sleeps, raincoat tossed aside. 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