The sky
Scorched by the sun,
Weeps
Fecund tears.

But the forest
Wounded by the wind,
Weeps
Dead leaves.

Why so wintery?
Summer's
Yet to come, and the fall of
Glorious autumn.

If I could use words
Like falling leaves,
What a bonfire
My poems would make!

Shogun


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