　我家の小庭の木瓜（ボケ）が咲き、椿も咲いた。いずれも深紅の花である。椿の上に文旦の黄色い実がいくつも垂れていて、花色がとぼしい我家の小庭がこの時期だけ少しばかり華やかになる。
　母が生きていた間は、母の為にたくさんの花々で庭を彩ったが、彼女の死後、まったくの枯れ庭にしてしまった。園芸店に立ち寄っても、私の心の声が「買うのは止めよう」と言う。買うのは仏前に供える花だけだ。父も母も、花の咲く季節に死んだ。ヒドイ人達だ。

　その頃の私の句に、

　　　莟五分みまかりし日の椿かな　　　
　　　罷路（まかりぢ）に白桃すみれ桜草
　　　二つ咲き七つ八つ咲く後事（こうじ）かな
　　　七日忌の春月あかやあかあかや
　　　喪の春や頬を撫でくる猫の情
　　　母逝きてひとり閑座す春の風
　　　世は季（とき）に百花繚乱の服喪かな
　　　捨て庭にあれよ一斉に花咲けり
　　　子供らの何やらたのし花吹雪

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　青穹

　間もなく二人の命日がやって来る。

　　　いましばし春よ待たれよ散りぬるを　　　青穹

There is the word "hanabié (flower cold)". Temporar-
ily cool during the cherry blossom season. It was rain-
ing all day yesterday, and it was snowing on Mt. Takao.
There is a monkey garden on Mt. Takao, but there was
a snow-capped monkey in a news photo yesterday.
Adult monkeys shrugged off each other to overcom
the cold. However, it is said that the child monkeys
were playing in the snow with great fun. I laughed,
just like humans.

The Janease quince and the camellia of my little
garden bloomed. All are crimson flowers. Many
yellow fruits of shaddock hang on the camellia, and
the yard of my house, where the color of the flowers
is faint, become a bit luxurious only during this time.
While my mother was alived, I was planting a lot of
flowers in our garden for her, but after her death, I
tuend into a completely dead garden. When I stop by
a garden store, my heart says, "Stop buying." I only
buy flowers for the Buddha. Both my father and my
mother died during the flowering season. It's cruel
of them ...

In my Haiku at that time,

　 Half bloomed buds
Alas my garden's a crimson camellia
The day my mother died

White peach, violet, primrose
are blooming
on the dead road

After two blooms,
seven blooms and eight blooms ...
After the funeral

On the seven days of
my mother 's death, Spring moon
brightly brightly brightly

Spring of the mourning and
the kindness of a cat
stroking my cheek

My mother is gone and
I'm sitting alone
in the spring breeze

The mourning. However,
The world is now alive with
all sorts of flowers

In the abandoned garden,
look, look at
the flowers all at once!

Something fun
for children, in a storm of
falling cherry blossomes ...

By Tadami Yamada

Soon my parent's death day is coming.

Spring,
wait for a while,
scatter the flowers!

By Tadami Yamada

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