akigiri no taema ni miyuru momijiba ya tachinokoshitaru nishiki naruran
The autumn mists have Gaps revealing Scarlet leaves— Remaining offcuts of Brocade, perhaps?
Lord Tsunemori 75
Right
もみぢちる立田の山はえぞこえぬ錦をふまむ道をしらねば
momiji chiru tatsuta no yama wa e zo koenu nishiki o fumamu michi o shiraneba
Scattered with scarlet leaves Tatsuta Mountain I cannot cross, for To tread upon a brocade Path I know not how…
Lord Yorimasa 76
The Right is a poem on fallen leaves and blossom—something about which many people have composed in the recent past and modern times, too. The Left sounds as if it truly depicts things as they are. Its overall construction is lovely, too, so it should win.
