“Nothing stands still in this poetry: the wind blows the trees, the lake water ripples and the ever-present road runs in and out of the hills.”—American Poetry Review Moss covered paths between scarlet peonies, Pale jade mountai......

“Nothing stands still in this poetry: the wind blows the trees, the lake water ripples and the ever-present road runs in and out of the hills.”—American Poetry Review Moss covered paths between scarlet peonies, Pale jade mountai......