Blowing leaves, My work undone, Dance in glee around my feet.
Autumn fires, - Sparks fly up Embering the coal-black sky.
The maple trees Sing beautifully Their songs of orange, gold, and rose.
In silence I cut Dead peony leaves, Already the blood-red shoots awake!
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