Random Rhymes From An Expat Living A Long Way From Home
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
7 August, Risshu 立秋
Although it doesn't feel like it at all,
Still humid-hot and insect-noisy,
Risshu is the first day of Fall,
Solar angles now minutely shifted
Inexorably toward winter,
While heat's burden remains unlifted.
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