by Masago: Rengay 3, Verses 1-3 (of 6)
Little beggar... squirreling away pine cones / in our roof.
A layer of dark moss, on each cedar shake.
Yellowing larch — the wind shakes more needles / onto the ground.
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9 comments:
very artfully done
can't wait for tomorrow
This one is dark.
Life..., receding...
ah mortality
dark as andrew said
well done
enjoying
john
Definitely enjoying.
yes, dark... but beautifully done.
Thank you everyone.
You are right about this verse being dark. That wasn't my intention. I have therefore changed the first line from "Dying tree" to "Yellowing larch". This is more in line with the feel of the entire poem as well as supporting the Autumn season (larch needles turn yellow and fall in the autumn, leaving the trees leafless through the winter).
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