Autumn: 2 by Tom Sharp

Sleepless, I look for the Big Dipper, which points north toward home. Except for the stars, there’s nothing here that’s familiar or comforting. I feel useless, just waiting to die. In the distance, a horn musters soldiers. The moonlight rushes over stone walls and reflects among the reeds.

秋兴 (二) by 杜甫 (Du Fu)

夔府孤城落日斜，每依北斗望京华。听猿实下三声泪，奉使虚随八月槎。画省香炉违伏枕，山楼粉堞隐悲笳。请看石上藤萝月，已映洲前芦荻花。