But where are the crickets?

So when I bounced a couple versions of the opening line of Faerie After off lnhammer, and he commented, “That last could be a Japanese poem.”

Knowing this for the challenge it was, we proceeded to bounce poem-takes on that opening off each other until, at last, we came up with the opening of the unofficial haiku version of Faerie After:

Bright maples surrender
their green to autumn rains.
Still I wait for you.

ETA: And here’s a translation, via my neighbor Noriko:



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