Asleep on a rainy autumn night
Cold is night in the third month of autumn
Alone Grandpa lives, at peace with himself
When the lamp is gone he lies down
Sleeping sweetly with the sound of rain.
The warmth from ashes in the stove
adds comfort to quilt and covers.
Dawn comes clear and chill
And leaves cover the yard in crimson frost
But Grandpa is snug under his blanket still.
Life’s sweet spot
The poem hits the sweet spot in life, when a man grows old and lives at peace with himself, without care or obligation. Grandpa sleeps as he wishes, which is late at night when the lights are out, and not worrying whether he is able to get up early the next day for work. Amidst the sound of falling rain, he snoozes under a warm blanket, and when dawn comes, he refuses to get up because the yard outside is cold and covered with frost.
– January 16, 2017 in the early hours reading and translating Tang poems