Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Fall

While living in Japan, I have become more attuned to the changes in nature, and my feelings toward it.

The fall brings a kind of sadness. With the passing of summer comes an end to the almost weekly festivals that paraded through the streets, and fireworks lighting up the beaches at night. The screaming sounds of the locusts have succumbed to the gentle prose of crickets chirping. Dragonflies fly through the streets as the mosquitos disappear from the the once sticky nights. The sweet smell of the kinmokusei, and the bright colors of the cosmos flowers offer one last kiss before the coldness of winter comes.  The passion of the summer's days slips away as the sun's daily visits become shorter and the moon makes its grand entrance. Mushrooms and sweet potatoes appear to me in many tasty dishes as a sort of condolence for my loss, but now is the time to put away my old clothes and change into something warmer.  Sasaki sway and bow deeply to the departure of the humid days and misty mountains. The leaves will soon change their color and bid a final farewell to the end of summer.

In a tribute to this season, I have written some haiku. Enjoy.

One sound permeates
Consciousness dulls to sleep
The sound of crickets

The sounds of crickets
Quiet songs, her gentle touch
Comfort covers me

The crickets sing now
Strong winds unveil the mountains
Hot, sunny days gone

Many words, no sounds
Focusing on the silence
Crickets come alive

Tonbo come to rest
Black crows come on gentle winds
Yellow fields once green

The locusts are gone
Incessant buzzing no more
Lonely are the trees

The cool winds reveal
Stars once hidden, shy mountains
Orion rising

Many dragonflies
Play together in the sky
and rest on the line

So agile are they
Fluttered movement in the sky
of the afternoon

There, many flowers
For me, a wonderful sight
For them, a playground

Here, two butterflies
Play as if there is no world
in the afternoon

Sunshine hides behind
Paintings of clouds in the sky
Frogs come out to sing

Sight of the half moon
Classic sounds of the crickets
Creeps inside the train

☆☆☆

"The sweet smell of the kinmokusei, and the bright colors of the cosmos flowers offer one last kiss before the coldness of winter comes."

Summer is gone. Fall is here. It will soon be cold.

やっぱり、秋が寂しいの感じです。


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