Saturday, 26 November 2016

Autumn Senryū

A form of poem I have not offered for a long time.

Autumn Senryū


Leaves washed from the trees
By heavy rain ~ once crisp now
Soft beneath my feet


Cloud scrapes the hillside
Harvesting the last flowers
For summer's spirit


Autumn holds us all
In a cool tender embrace
Warmth not far away

Quite satisfying I feel.

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