She Spins Silk
Far up river in Szechuen,
Waters rise as spring winds roar.
How can I dare to meet her now,
To brave the dangerous gorge?
The grass grows green in the valley below
Where silk worms silently spin.
Her hands work threads that never end,
Dawn to dusk when the cuckoo sings.
Mandarin garnet, moonstone and fire opal earrings