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*


  1. Paula

    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!

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