Climbing the mountain in autumn, I could see the sky
that had already changed the sky of the average year.
The storm which had blown yesterday passed away suddenly.
There were the points where the trees had fallen down,
and the houses had broken, and the bridges had given way.
I walked to the neighborhood that the mud had flowed,
and the flowers had fallen, and the road had been dangerous.
Changing the shoes, and preparing at all times,
I passed over the point where the deep pool
in the middle of the two mountains.
As walking was still different even using the staff,
I climbed to the steep summit.
Gazing into the distance, I saw the scenery
where the miserable traces had preserved for a long time.
Wished for Japan being the peaceful country,
I prayed before the place of the spirit of the deceased.
Masaya Samura (pen name: Gensai Shirakawa) in Osaka, Japan
(at September 21,2016 (for September 20))