Turning Seasons
Turning seasons turning wildly away,
Morning's majestic calm unfolds.
Out in spring clothes, I roam eastern fields
Lingering clouds sweep mountains clean.
Gossamer mist blurs open skies
And soon, feeling south winds, pine boughs ripple like wings.
- T'ao Ch'ien (365-437) - Translated by David Hinton in 'Mountain Home'
...'young grain ripples like wings'.
