#225 The plum grove, bright in the wake of the storm…
| Size： | about 25×37 cm |
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| Dressing： | framed |
What kind of verse?
| verse: | Ume-bayashi, nowake no ato no, akaruki ni, waga tachi mire ba, tobi takaku tobu |
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| (imho): | The plum grove, bright in the wake of the storm— As I stand and gaze, a black kite soars high. |
| poet: | Ito, Sachio |
| in: | 1905 |
Under a clear sky after a typhoon, the leaves have fallen and the plum grove is neat and clean. Looking up, dragonflies soar high in the sky. This is the scene of this poem.
Choosing an Autumn Poem in Early Spring
As if heralding the arrival of spring in February, the plum blossoms have begun to bloom. In the lingering cold air of winter, there is a faint warmth mixed in, making me feel that spring is drawing near. Yet, in this season, why did I choose to write a poem about autumn leaves?
It is because I feel that spring and autumn are somehow connected. Spring is a season of budding life, but the soil that nurtures it is enriched by the fallen leaves of autumn, which eventually become the source of new vitality. Autumn is a season symbolizing loneliness and farewell, but beyond its melancholy, there is always a sense of a new beginning.
Writing an autumn poem in a garden where plum blossoms bloom feels like transcending the flow of time and contemplating the cycle of the seasons. By reflecting on what has passed, perhaps we can more deeply appreciate the seasons yet to come.
Such is one of the many pleasures of calligraphy.