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- Shika Wakashu
Kusagare no fuyu made miyo to tsuyujimo no okite nokoseru shiragiku no hana
As if the frosty dew had settled on it and left it standing, saying "Look upon it until the grasses wither in winter," the white chrysanthemum remains.
Shika Wakashu - Sone no Yoshitada
Seki koyuru hito ni towabaya Michinoku no Adachi no mayumi momijishiniki ya
I would like to ask the travelers crossing the barrier: have the spindle trees of Adachi in Michinoku turned crimson yet?
Shika Wakashu - Fujiwara no Yorimune
Ikura to mo mienu momiji no nishiki kana tare Futamura no yama to iikemu
What a brocade of autumn leaves, too vast to measure! Who could have named this Futamura, "the Mountain of Two Bolts"?
Yū sareba nani ka isogamu momijiba no shitateru yama wa yoru mo koenamu
Why hurry just because evening has come? The mountain glows so bright beneath its crimson leaves that I could cross it even in the dark.
Shika Wakashu - Oe no Masafusa
Yamazato wa yukiki no michi no mienu made aki no konoha ni uzumorenikeri
The mountain village lies buried under autumn leaves, so deep that not even the paths people come and go by can be seen.
Shika Wakashu - Sone no Yoshitada
Harusame no aya orikakeshi mizu no omo ni aki wa momiji no nishiki o zo shiku
On the water where the spring rain wove patterns like figured silk, autumn now spreads a brocade of crimson leaves.
Shika Wakashu - Dōmyō
Nagori naku shigure no sora wa harenuredo mada furu mono wa konoha narikeri
The sky of autumn showers has cleared without a trace, yet something is still falling: it is the leaves.
Shika Wakashu - Minamoto no Toshiyori
Arehatete tsuki mo tomaranu waga yado ni aki no konoha o kaze zo fukikeru
Into my dwelling, so ruined that not even the moon will stay, the wind alone has blown the autumn leaves.
Shika Wakashu - Taira no Kanemori
Aki fukami momiji ochishiku ajirogi wa hio no yoru sae akaku miekeri
Autumn is deep, and the stakes of the fish weir, strewn with fallen crimson leaves, look red even at night when the ice fish gather.
Hatsushimo mo okinikerashi na kesa mireba nobe no asaji mo irozukinikeri
The first frost must have fallen in the night, for this morning I see the low reeds across the fields have turned color.
Shika Wakashu - Onakatomi no Yoshinobu
Izukata ni aki no yukuramu waga yado ni koyoi bakari wa amayadori sede
Where is autumn going, I wonder? It will not even shelter from the rain at my house, not even for this one last night.
Shika Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kintō
Nanigoto mo yukite inoramu to omoishi ni kaminazuki ni mo narinikeru kana
I had meant to go and pray for all manner of things, and yet, before I knew it, the Godless Month had come.
Shika Wakashu - Sone no Yoshitada
Hisagi ouru sawabe no chihara fuyu kureba hibari no toko zo arawarenikeru
In the cogon-grass fields by the marsh where the hisagi trees grow, winter has come and withered the grasses, and the skylarks’ nests now lie bare to the eye.
Shika Wakashu - Sone no Yoshitada
Kozue nite akazarishikaba momijiba no chirishiku niwa o harawade zo miru
While they still hung on the branches I could never gaze at them enough, so now that the crimson leaves lie strewn across the garden, I leave them unswept and go on looking.
Iroiro ni somuru shigure ni momijiba wa arasoikanete chirihatenikeri
Against the showers that dye them in so many colors, the maple leaves could not hold out, and now they have scattered, every last one.
Yama fukami ochite tsumoreru momijiba no kawakeru ue ni shigure furu nari
So deep are these mountains: upon the dry crimson leaves that have fallen and piled up, I can hear the winter showers falling.
Shika Wakashu - Ōe no Yoshitoki