Sakura diary (2)

14 April, Fukui: It’s easy to get swept away by the blossoms, though. Walking past the remains of Fukui Castle – the donjon burned to the ground centuries ago – we see swirls of petals floating on the moat’s dark waters. They bring to mind a song about snow-flakes vanishing into a winter sea. Perhaps best not go there. Or is it ice floes endlessly adrift in the Denmark Strait?

さまざまのこと思い出す桜かな
Samazama no koto o omoidasu, sakura ka na

Many, many things they call to mind, those cherry blossoms (Basho)