Sunday, September 24

Pelee Chrysanthemums on my front porch. Not sure if they are named after the island in the West Indies or after the famous Brazilian soccer player. In any case, they are stunning. Their rich autumnal coloring and "knitted" centers put me in mind of this poem by Ki no Tsurayuki (ca. 872-945)

Unseen, in mountain depths, the autumn leaves scatter
like brocade under cloak of night.

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