Moonlight

It’s time that candlelights are blown out
One after the other; in this little town,
All wait for the moon to shine again
When black figures stroll about
Beyond the fences, the forest stood
The green grass against the moonlight
Now faint but immaculately white
Various odors greeted all, people, mud
There were dark patches on the stream

The moon had spread over everything;
Grass, mud, stream, and small town