Author Jonathan Chaves Dawn: I half-open the gate;last night the east wind blew wild.All the blossoms have fallen from the trees:the ground is covered with the fragrance of white clouds. 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