I invite sleep in, when it declines
Moonbathing, such beautiful breeze
Mooncakes, such delicious treats
The autumn bears its richest gifts
The leaves have fallen, the lantern leans
Girls wear their most precious lilings
I saw a mandarin too, his hands in his sleeves
Dancing dragon, dizzying incense clouding the streets
Keepsakes, I picked a stick to light by my bedside
Rain beaten, I’d finally bidden a good night
To my already fled summer’s delight
Hong Kong, 2024
rana the reader 