Author Hiroaki Sato Lord Hideyoshi once in the past rested here. His hegemony has sunk in two hundred years. Autumn trees' yellow buries the temple of the past; from the tea hut smoke rises from a single fire pit. 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