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ogata kenzan | autumn

OGATA KENZAN

Autumn

However gorgeous the painted leaves
Autumn is not mine to say.
How I begrudge the wind in the pines
That too soon scatters the crimson.

3 Comments

  1. Don’t hurry the season!

  2. I watch as leaves turn color, and I watch as they fall, and there is npothing we can do about either, except sigh and move on. Phil

  3. While I dread the “wind in the pines that too soon scatters the crimson,” TODAY I relished the cool breeze, blue sky and puffy clouds as I sat on my front stoop after my morning walk. The beauty of the present moment gives me peace and hope.

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