murmur of a river
Happy New Year
I alerted and stood still
with a mind tending to bustle
as I happened to listen to
murmur of a stream of the river
I composed this one just after I started to learn how to do. I was in late 30Th and it was necessary for me to share almost all of my time for family of seven. So, the moment for thinking about tanka was quite precious for me.
At that time I was passing along this river by bicycle, and today I came here alone on foot.
Appreciating to have enough time for myself, I looked at a row of cherry trees along the river.
These trees were planted by volunteers about ten years ago by the river Akishino, which will remind you of family name of Prince and Princess as well as a name of a temple.
Cherry trees without flowers nor leaves let their bark shine flashing back sun rays of January, and now that I look closer I saw many tiny blossom buds.
Before, I found a wooden plate hung in one of the trees with a tanka that read, the life of Harry Belafonte who is singing an old Japanese song, "sakura", and that of mine are valuable, sorrowful in a same way and both are irreplaceable.
What a shame that I can't recognise in which tree it was hung.
The stream of the river murmured.
" I have a flow, and so does time. Go slowly along the flow."
On my way home I saw trees rising up beneath the sky. And, New Year sky goes on forever above them.