Since 2002, we in the Hailstone Haiku Circle have walked an annual haike (haiku hike). Each autumn we throw ourselves into the rich colours of the Japanese countryside and let the poetry flow.
This year, nine of us gathered for a scaled-back hike in the remote village of Hanase, far to the north of Kyoto city.
We had hoped to begin the day with a visit to the dramatic, stilted temple of Bujoji. Unfortunately, the combined effects of corona virus and typhoon damage had closed the temple. But with autumn in full blaze we set off on a gentle riverside walk.
Autumn shade — / a spider pretending to be / a leaf (Kumiko)
Beneath a slate gray sky / trees flaunt their colors, / as if in defiance (Ted)
Wandering along a forest path, slowly ascending, our senses were captured by the fruits of autumn.
Crab* zigzags / up her small hand, she says / like soft needles (Branko)
hundred-year-old maple tree, / still so young / above the clean river (Tomiko)
Bridge of trees, / a typhoon offering / to foxes and bears (Minori)
At the end of the climb we lifted our eyes to three enormous cryptomeria* that seemed to rise from a single trunk. These are the tallest trees in Japan, sheltered from storms amid a cleft in the mountains.
The fifteen storeys / of Sanbonsugi: / homes of flying squirrels, / homes of owls (Tito)
We slowly descended to our starting point, from where we visited a forest park for a fine lunch, including wild mushrooms.
after the autumn amble, / kissing my wooden staff / farewell (Ursula)
Round a chestnut table / our masks slip off / one by one (Branko)
Fully refreshed we returned from deep countryside to the charming village of Hanase … to be greeted by blue skies and ever richer colours.
Man up a ladder / proofing tiles on his roof … / masked poets file by (Tito)
Rows of pampas grass, / catch light and sway — / the autumn wind (Kyoko)
Reaching the middle of the village we ascended a long, grass staircase to pay our respects at the rustic sanctuary of Miwa Jinja.
from dark forest / behind the mountain shrine — / echoing laughter (David)
Sudden sunbeam / spills through the gate, / ferns bow (Ted)
The day concluded with a safe return to Kyoto City. At Cafe Dorf in Iwakura we shared our compositions round the hearth.
Notes: crab* – land crabs are encountered in the mountains here in Japan; cryptomeria* – sugi in Japanese.