I watch the limitless distance of autumn,
the far-off dark rising up in layers
where icy waters merge with the frozen sky
and the city is blurred with mist.
Last leaves are torn into flight by winds,
and sunless, distant peaks fade fast.
A lone crane flops home at dusk.
The trees are full of crows.
translated by Sam Hamill
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I can understand that.
Your blog is enchanting! There are so very many lovely posts with Beautiful words and feelings shared by many! ❤️
Thank you for those kind words.