Author Peter H. Lee Rain sprinkles on the pond, smoke trails on the willows. The boatman is gone, an empty boat moored to the bank. A mateless gull comes and goes in the evening sun. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments