Jin dal lai bushes burst their soft pink blossoms
gaynari golden bells laugh in the trees.
trees float their rich white petals
dusk the carp and snakeheads break.
sun calmly sets like a curtain
across the backdrop hills.
woodpeckers tap pines like drummers
reap their nets and lay out again.
the bullrushes their boat sinks slowly
and white-naped cranes stand sentry still.
the mountain the La Vie D’or stares empty
lights in the fog from Dracula’s castle.
ducks flap low over the surface of the lake
humming sound of wings echoing their flight.
the baeksong tree.