今朝ひらく花
あたらしい朝
素顔のほほえみ
仄かな香り
薄い花びら
誰が触れよう

めぐり来る春
ふたたびの朝
年をかさねて
瞳に映る
懐かしい色
誰と分かち合う

若木の枝に
咲く花
古木の幹を
飾る花
誇らかな
未来への挨拶

初花の記憶を
数えてたどる
満開の土手
甲斐なく過ぎた
残酷な季節を
花びらに埋めて

もう待てないと
はやる心
ふくらむ蕾
宴の後に散る
色褪せた花
紅は知らない

初花に重なる
春　幾多
花の郷に春が行く

3/25, 2003

The First Flowers

Flowers open this morning
It's a fresh morning
Of a natural smiling
With the subtle fragrance
Who would touch
Their thin petals?

Spring comes back
In the morning again
After long years
Eyes meet
The well-known color
To be shared
But with whom?

From young branches
Flowers bloom
Old trunks are
Decorated with flowers
It's a proud greeting
To the future

Count the number of
First flowers in memory
The bank in full bloom
Bury cruel seasons
That passed fruitlessly
Under fallen petals

Impatient hearts can
Wait swelling buds
No longer
After banquets
Pale petals fall
Not knowing rouge for eveer

Upon the first flowers
Piled are numerous springs past
Spring goes on the land of flowers