The face of the woman in labour
Is close to the ground after the throes
What she is thinking about?
The autumn wind is quite strong
The maple leaves are red on the face
Is it that they have drunken a little too much of chrysanthemum wine
In celebration of the bumper harvest?
Who was it
That accompanied a slow flying egret
In the setting sun
Going back from the field?
No one would like to think
What missing member of the family
Was the ballad singer
Wandering in alien land