Poetry & Prose

November Rain

November comes late in my hometown.
Street cleaners diligently collect
Fallen leaves, golden and brown.
Dazzling rain calms down
Bustling crowds and glittering alleys.
Colorful lights reflect in the puddle
On a redbrick road and foggy bus windows.

Meek daylight falters through autumnal sky
Mourns and pities our ruins.
I walk to the grocery store and rest in the park.
Monk going to Jade Buddha Temple,
Old lady with a stick staggering across.
Oh, my fellow compatriots,
Light up the streets of a sepulchral town!