Natur + Garten
Chaenomeles on New Year's Day, a poem in English
From starry skies descends the rime at night The bitter fruit shines yellow in first light Among the thorns a wren’s good hideaway He scatters not remaining frost in flight In the old days it was custom among the literati of Japan to write a poem on the first three days of the New Year. Painters would of course paint, musicians play, and flowers were arranged for the occasion. All bore in mind that it would be an auspicious act for the whole year to come. One should at least begin the year in...
