Autumn Leaves

Autumn Leaves

the scent of autumn
that sweet smell of decaying leaves –
after the rain – stronger                                 © Chèvrefeuille

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the scent of autumn
that sweet smell of decaying leaves –
after the rain – stronger   

the scent of autumn
awakens faint memories of youth
raking leaves

that sweet smell of decaying leaves –
mixing with chimney smoke
invigorating walk

after the rain – stronger 
the sights and sounds of Autumn
calling me home

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A Red Sinking Sun

A Red Sinking Sun

Carpe Diem #1532 Richard Wright’s “A Red Sinking Autumn Sun”birds-dawn-dusk-70577.jpg

Make up you mind, Snail!
You are half inside your house,
And halfway out!
You are blocking my doorstep;
I am ready to leave.

Keep straight down this block,
Then turn right where you will find
A peach tree blooming.
This is where you’ll find me,
a picnic waiting.

One magnolia
Landed upon another
In the dew-wet grass.
One petal kisses your check.
I brush your hair from your face.

I am nobody:
A red sinking autumn sun
Took my name away.
Left in silence and darkness
To find my way home without stars

All right, You Sparrows;
The sun has set and you can now
Stop your chattering!
My tea has long since grown cold,
The weather ha caught a chill.

You moths must leave now;
I am turning out the light
And going to sleep.
I still hear your beating wings
And an annoying cricket.

© Richard Wright

Yamazaki Sōkan 

Yamazaki Sōkan 

Carpe Diem’s Leafless Tree #2 through our torn paper doors (Sokan)

waga oya no shinuru toki ni mo he o kokite
 
even when 
my father lay down dying 
I kept farting 
 
kaze samushi yabure-shooji no kannazuki
 
cold wind
through our torn paper doors
in the month without gods *
© Yamazaki Sokan (Tr. Gabi Greve)

 

 

quick thrust to back
chiropractic manipulation
i break wind

month without hope
torn wallpaper flutters
with each breath of wind

 

godforsaken month

screen door slams

all night long

godforsaken month
the north wind
pierces
my heart

screen door slams
open and shut, open and shut
too cold for repairs

all night long
the sound of your last words
echo in the wind