The Sadness in August

Phyllis Lin

　　In the Yellow Water Pond swim ducks white;

　　The sorghum stalks dark green have reached overhead.

　　How can the jumping heart set all right

　　The thin lane in the field, this sadness in August?

　　The sky washed last night, the mound

　　Has got another shade from the sun;

　　The sheep behind the shepherd enter the village, turning around;

　　A big tree casts a shade on the well; like a heart it does seem!

　　Nobody has said anything about August at all,

　　The summer is gone, and not yet here is the fall.

　　But I gaze into the field and the melon on the wall,

　　Still don’t understand how life is linked to a dream.