Author Jonathan Chaves Through the windy valley, clear sound of a hidden spring. In the mountain courtyard, the dawn especially bright. Since last night, the pines have been heavy with snow; the cranes and gibbons, frozen, utter not a sound. 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