Autumn tanka challenge

[Saionji Shonagon]

Waking to raindrops
Pattering on the skylight
Is a cozy sound.
Alas, I cannot lie and
Drift back to sleep, I must rise.

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Tired I may be,
but this story began long
ago, and it has
waited long enough
for our watching to begin.

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20日:

I dream of some day
climbing up upon the back
Of the Green Dragon;
Until then I will merely
be content with memories.

[Saionji Shonagon]

Months of dying grass
Give way to autumn storms and
Suddenly lush lawns.
I dash madly for the house
Between drops, my hems now soaked.

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I'm through expecting
people to do the things they
are supposed to do,
but they won't even do the
things that they say they will do.

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２１日：

In this dewdrop world
Lightning can strike suddenly
and without warning,
even striking the rooftop
of the Great Buddha's temple.

[Saionji Shonagon]

It is often hard
To make pilgrimage in the
Proper frame of mind.
The cacophony of crowds
Besiege the gates of heaven.

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Other tasks call me.
Brushes must rest for a while.
Clothes against winter.
Cords to bind the warmer clothes.
Boxes to hold summer things.

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22日：
Sometimes Nirvana
Is merely a matter of
gaining perspective;
Just ignore the illusions
of so-called "Reality".

[Saionji Shonagon]

The road takes me through
Curtains of rain, now heavy
And dark with their threats.
Yet peeping between the veil
Are pale bands of a rainbow.

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So much ironing!
What I wear through autumn piles
clean but wrinkled up.
Days with iron and board fill
wardrobe with flat, folded garb.

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I'm just a poor boy
who's sitting on a cornflake
Tralalalala:
All the mimsy borogroves
Tune in, turn on, and drop out

[Saionji Shonagon]

Teppanyaki made
By a chef named Miguel and
Cheap cups from Daiso.
You did Christmas shopping
While I sighed for my Kyoto.

(I can't believe James made us eat at Benihana.)

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Home stretch this may be;
all the more reason to not
get sloppy, you know?
Take care with all your endings.
They define your work's purpose.

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Dry Autumn grasses
Wave to and fro in the wind
In golden sunlight
Soon those yellow tufted fronds
Will lie covered 'neath the snow.