A Red Pine At Dusk
On my way home, I count the bird calls on my abacus
Every chirp and tweet carves your silence
You extend your branches in welcome
To the fall of night’s black canvas, your limbs want to toss away the stars
As you turn on to the path of your Autumn years, I know
Dusk isn’t dusky, the red pine has a keen red heart
Lin Yu is a poet from Guangxing in Lugu, Nantou. He was born in 1957 and after a career working in journalism and editing, he returned to his hometown to run a tea shop.