Breathing Blossoms Die (Senryu)

Empty rocking chair

Remembering won’t move you

Autumn winds blow cold

As the sun sets low
Horizons cool with thunder
Lightening blazes forth

Resonating hours
Of yesterdays sweet resting
In your humble arms

Open window sun
This barren warmth won’t move you
Leaves fall silently

Amber lighted room
Antiquities accepting
Breathing blossoms die.