January 28^th, 2018

The first month of summer all the plants are tall
the trees around my house are dense
birds are glad to have a place to roost
I love this refuge of mine too

having finished the plowing and planting
I've returned to my books again
such a remote lane doesn't see many ruts
it tends to deter even the carts of friends

I enjoy a cup of spring wine
and vegetables fresh from the garden
the lightest of rains comes from the east
and with it a welcome breeze

I skimmed the Tale of King Mu
and I glanced at the pictures
in Mountains and Waters
having surveyed the whole world
how can I not be happy