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Renga - Poem by Poetry Forms

Some snow still remains
as haze moves low on the slopes
toward evening
Flowing water, far away—
and a plum-scented village.

Wind off the river
blows through a clump of willows—
and spring appears.

A boat being poled along,
sounding clear at the break of day.

Still there, somewhere:
the moon off behind the mist
traversing the night.

Out on frost-laden fields
autumn has come to its end.

With no care at all
for the insects crying out,
grasses wither away.

Pay a visit, and by the fence—
a path standing in the open.

Form: Renga

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 30, 2015

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