My path is crowded with autumn leaves
Of faded colours I seem to believe
The greensward of the rusted brown
And scorched greens of burnt lawns
The amber bark of the dead woods
The tumbleweeds of barren crudes
The covered snags of white birches
Among branches and birds' perches
I walk,I walk alone in solitude
Tell me in silence and don't be rude
Tell me about the autumn's bloom
The Death of spring is the summer's gloom
______Tsuki no ume
Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 4:56 AM UTC
My path is crowded with autumn leaves
Of faded colours I seem to believe
The greensward of the rusted brown
And scorched greens of burnt lawns
The amber bark of the dead woods
The tumbleweeds of barren crudes
The covered snags of white birches
Among branches and birds' perches
I walk,I walk alone in solitude
Tell me in silence and don't be rude
Tell me about the autumn's bloom
The Death of spring is the summer's gloom
______Tsuki no ume
Request permission to use this poem