Getting OldPosted: November 28, 2010 | Author: Doug 陀愚 | Filed under: Japan, Poetry | 3 Comments »
 花さそふ Hana sasou
あらしの庭の Arashi no niwa no
雪ならで Yuki narade
ふりゆくものは furiyuku mono wa
わが身なりけり waga mi nari keri
THIS snow is not from blossoms white
Wind-scattered, here and there,
That whiten all my garden paths
And leave the branches bare;
’Tis age that snows my hair!
(Fujiwara no Kintsune, The Hyakunin Isshu)
Having recently celebrated my birthday, I too am finally coming to the realization that I am getting older.