Composed as a poem on blossom.
おしなべて花の盛になりにけり山の端ごとにかゝる白雲
| osinabete Fana no sakari ni narinikeri yama no Fa goto ni kakaru sira kumo |
’Tis all the same- Blossoms in profusion Everywhere; And on every mountain’s edge White clouds hang. |
The Monk En’i
Preferable view to my dreary Wisconsin Fall cursing to Winter.