The summer remains,/ Pieces of falling foliage/ Shine brightly in the sun/ I wonder if they, like our love,/ Will soon lose their color.
The Summer Remains
The summer remains,
Pieces of falling foliage
Shine brightly in the sun
I wonder if they, like our love,
Will soon lose their color.
The autumn leaves
Arrive flushing red
But they too wither away
Broken by newer winds
Love is the same.
In this daze, I can hear
The passing autumn showers
The chirping crickets
I wait, the wind blows,
But I cannot hear you.
The moon descends
Atop the Miya River
A lonely instrument’s strings
Gently sound and echo
Against the surrounding pines.