A form of poem I have not offered for a long time.
Autumn
Senryū
I
Leaves
washed from the trees
By
heavy rain ~ once crisp now
Soft
beneath my feet
II
Cloud
scrapes the hillside
Harvesting
the last flowers
For
summer's spirit
III
Autumn
holds us all
In
a cool tender embrace
Warmth
not far away
Quite satisfying I feel.
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