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The big red

Autumn hits its crescendo. A high point held tremulously until a big wind blows.

Photo: Japanese Maple in my garden

Words to walk with:
Poem by Monk Noin in the Japanese book Hyakunin Isshu an anthology of 100 poems by 100 different poets.
“By the wind storm's blast
From Mimuro's mountain slopes
Maple’s leaves are torn,
Which turn Tatsuta River
Into a rich brocade"