Rowan berries by Moor Lane
Now that the leaves are falling, and the hills are splashed with color, I’m reminded of an autumnal poem by the twelfth-century Japanese poet Saigyo:
INSECTS ON AN EVENING ROAD
On the road with not a soul
to keep me company,
as evening falls
katydids lift their voices
and cheer me along
Uchigusuru
hito naki michi no
yusare wa
koe nite okuru
kutsuwamushi kana (more…)
One Time, One Meeting 