Author Hiroaki Sato Three quarters of the year are hurrying to come to a close,chrysanthemums slightly aged, willow without its wispy branches.Of late I always ask a maid to close the window.I hate to see the look of the garden slowly decline. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments