Purple smoke rises from the mountain top
The peak looks like an incense burner in the sunlight
Far away I see the valley stretching before me
The whole waterfall hangs there
The torrent dropping three thousand feet
Straight down to the valley floor
I think it must be the milky way
Spilling to the earth from the heavens.
~Li Bai, Viewing the Lu Mountain Falls
Image: Man looking at a waterfall, Li Tang , (Chinese, 1050s-1130), Qing dynasty, Smithsonian Museum
morning bird songs
from long ago
…a lingering moon
My soul was like a summer evening, after a heavy fall of rain, when the drops are yet glistening on the trees in the last rays of the downgoing sun, and the wind of the twilight has begun to blow.
—George MacDonald, Phantastes: A Faerie Romance for Men and Women,1858 (via funeral-wreaths)