Round Two

Left (Win)

秋霧のたえまにみゆる紅葉ばやたちのこしたる錦なるらん

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.