toying around with japanese death poetry.
autumn leaves on a great wind,
fresh, like spring blossoms-
a lifetime of thoughts,
ending in a brittle gust-
what a fragrant dream*
musings at random.
random musings from a rambling mind.
autumn leaves on a great wind,
fresh, like spring blossoms-
a lifetime of thoughts,
ending in a brittle gust-
what a fragrant dream*
musings at random. 
wow, and it’s brilliant! i don’t know anything about japanese death poetry, but it must be succinct and to the point.
Your poem makes one reflect – your words paint a solid picture – ..”autumn leaves on a great wind”…”a lifetime of thoughts”…”ending in a brittle gust”. Now that I’m older I definitely have so many memories that take me back and forth daily. I reflected on them after reading your poem. Great job!
Write more Japanese death poetry. i like it. and why is it called “death poetry?”