We spoke near this place

where papa’s memory did store

signs of winter’s last trace

~

in papa’s name cherish

beauty in the form of white blossoms

the ice floes do perish

~

while a sunlit peace

suggests our open arms will guide

our lives toward a release

~

summertime and leisure

quiet memory of a fonder time

underneath our plum tree near

~

Carpe Diem #906 Ume-no-hana (ume flower)