I find Autumn to be a beautiful time of year, especially if you are lucky enough to live in a place where you can experience the sights and sounds of the season. I live in Florida by choice so I can experience warmer weather year round, but the price to pay is that I no longer see the changes of season.
This Autumn, on September 28th to be exact, we had what you could call a seasonal change that brought many sounds. It’s name was Ian and it was a hurricane. The storm was huge and slow moving. At times its noises were deafening as it shook the entire house. It ripped trees out of the ground and split other trunks in two. Roof tiles flew every which way and rain travelled in all directions and pounded everything it touched. This went on for hours and I would much rather experience the sound of acorns crunching under my feet than the sound of a hurricane ripping homes apart.
Fall is a term for autumn because typically leaves ‘fall’ from the trees. We saw them ripped off along with the branches they were attached to and land five hundred feet away.
Jisei were often written in waka (tanka) or haiku, but death poems are not restricted to those forms. What is essential is the expression of both imminent death and the significance of life in the face of it. In this sense, Jisei is the poetry of both memorial and celebration.