In this poem I describe just the slightest tinge of autumn on a mountain near our home after a long and hot summer.
Japanese Autumn Mountain
(after Akutagawa and Ta Ch’ih)
Each misty pine
sticking through haze
reveals dark green
slopes rising up
to bushes scarcely
tinged with rust
barely hinting at
crispness high above
sultry gorges fringed
with glimmering tiles
of cottage roofs and
bevies of sparrows
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