Blood Moon
Mine

In beating-heart time,
Rising high into glory,
The full moon appears,
And forsaking her silver,
Blushing, dons her sanguine gown.

Setting Out Early
Du Mu

I hang my whip and give the horse his head.
For several li we hear no cockcrow.
Into the woods, my dreams still linger
and I start from time to time at the flying leaves.
It's frosty, and a lone crane wheels.
The moon still tarries above the distant hills.
My servant speaks no further word of danger;
it is a peaceful time, a peaceful road again.

Indian Summer
Wilfred Campbell

Along the line of smoky hills
The crimson forest stands,
And all the day the blue-jay calls
Throughout the autumn lands.

Now by the brook the maple leans
With all his glory spread,
And all the sumachs on the hills
Have turned their green to red.

Now by great marshes wrapt in mist,
Or past some river's mouth,
Throughout the long, still autumn day
Wild birds are flying south.