Autumn is an exceptionally beautiful season in Japan, and many Japanese folks go driving and hiking at this time of year to see the gorgeous autumn leaves as they change colors. The yellow, orange and red leaves often make it appear as if the hillsides are on fire. There are still occasional barbecues at this time of the year, as families and groups of friends sit outside and observe the spectacle that nature provides.
Last year, Mandy and I decided to do just that. We currently live in Matsusaka city, but we still have a place in the mountains above Matsusaka, and drove there one weekend in November to check out the fall leaves. On the way up the mountain, we admired the beautiful bridges and the little autumn bonuses like pampas grass on the side of the road, autumn foliage on view as we drove, and roadside flowers, not to mention clear blue skies (with the obligatory hawk or kite of course).
Walking through the autumn leaves,
In the rain to hide my tears,
For a wasted life gone by,
Not knowing how or where or why.
Another friend disappears,
One by one over the years,
As well as feeling quite bereaved,
I regret my dreams not yet achieved.
It is precious time that one loses,
With procrastination and excuses,
Every day another chance
Flies away with a backward glance.
Opportunity knocks on our door;
Unanswered, it comes no more,
I wonder what I'm waiting for
As I waste my time here on the floor.
I want to get up, achieve my dreams,
But inertia has me bound it seems,
Is it a trick? A trap of age?
Where is my will, my youth, my rage?
As I sit here and ponder this,
More time passes with a hiss,
It slithers away like a snake,
With so many dreams still at stake.
Copyright ⓒ Chris Ryall