Perhaps being from the UK has had me at a disadvantage to thoroughly understand the most common themes in Traditional Japanese waka. My country’s’ mild seasonal changes often contradict the violent, ever-sturdy Japanese seasonal behaviour which is frequently referenced in her residents’ verse. The English Weather Experience truly dilutes any sympathies with the Buddhist aesthetics of transience and reverence of nature. Two months ago, there was the coldest snow I’ve ever felt in my face. Now that same mighty, mighty face is becoming sunburned. A pretty sizable earthquake woke me at 3:00am, and I’ve never seen a brighter, greener green than the one which is now covering every possible natural surface.

Today’s poem: snowy, bakey, quakey quakey! Nuthin’ stays the same.











Winter in Yan-Aizu                                                                                        Spring in Kyoto


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