Autumn on the lake
The water is pensive as a sky of iron.
In among the bamboo shoots,
the babble of washerwomen rises
and gently spirals across the lake.
The water does not stir;
the willows hang in silent contemplation.
Autumn on the lake
The water is pensive as a sky of iron.
In among the bamboo shoots,
the babble of washerwomen rises
and gently spirals across the lake.
The water does not stir;
the willows hang in silent contemplation.
Rua Breathnach 
This is beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. Austin Clarke-like. Encore, encore! xxxs.