Walking on an autumn afternoon

The new town where I live now used to be vast hilly area that had many up and down. The nearest station was only for students of University, and then land development was proceeded widely that ended up to make it a big bed town.

Even now, some wild weed and flowers are seen along the railroad or on some vacant small land. Some wild flowers started their puffs to be blown away.

Thus lives are handed down to the next generation.

Polygonum longisetum(イヌタデ）are also seen by the road. When I was child I called this wild flowers as " Aka- manma" that literally means red-rice which refers the rice cooked with red beans especially for celebrations.

 

 
Seeing the flowers I thought of a tanka poet who passed away in last August, at age 63, Yuko Kawano. She often sang some wild flowers like Akamanma, bindweed(ヒルガオ）and wild cosmos as her favourite.

In 1980s, some ideas of feminism came to the forefront.

In the genre of tanka poem, as well as other genres, some discussions on feminism were held sometimes loudly sometimes intriguingly.

Some wrote tanka poems from the situation of unmarried cohabitation and some did as former student movement activists.

Among them Kawano's writing was always down to the earth. Her voice was not loud but powerful so that readers heard hers of bottom of her heart and felt the importance of daily life.( You can read some of them via here)
Her voice was also definitely one of representatives of feminism.

Thinking of her I walked by an elementary school. There pupils rose their cheerful voice. I stole a glance into the world of younger generation between a fence.


 I came to a park after about twenty minutes' walking.

                                                                              
                                                                              
I found a Magnolia kobus （コブシ）, which has many white flowers in spring ,bears some red fruits.

magnolia kobus via Flickr

Between the branches a large cobweb is hanging and a tiny spider is sitting on it.

立体にウェッブ張りている蜘蛛を若き虚業家おもいて見あぐ　　haricot

Seeing a spider

on a web of three dimension

I pictured to myself

a young entrepreneur

who dreams World Wide Web

Through the foliage I saw three naked women who were supporting a fountain tower without water sprout.
I named them, " Three Graces in Autumn".(Three Graces in Primavera(Spring)