a cool breeze blows through

the wide open sliding door —

Aki no Kami

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Aki no Kami draws near.

Last night in dream, I watched her

as she brushed her jet-black hair.

Soon, she will unpack

her autumn bundle

for all to see.

Steam rising from a dawn tea cup.

Slow-turning leaves.

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(c) 2018 / Frank LaRue Owen (Wandering Stone Lantern) / purelandpoetry.com

sound: Woodland Alcoves / Robert Davies

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