Satsuki and the Old Man

satsuki blooms

still old man doesn't appear 

closed veranda 

a woman slides the door open

I rush over and talk to her

さつき咲く

老人いない

庭先で

戸を押す女性

近寄り話す

That's very tall tsutsuji.

Last year, I used to talk with the old man.  He was out caring for his flowers daily.  

I've been wondering if he went into hospital.  The woman said he passed away.  We chatted a little about my blog.  I told her he liked my photos.  Below are those photos.

http://keiko-amano.blogspot.jp/2011_04_01_archive.html

http://keiko-amano.blogspot.jp/2011/05/satsuki-and-rain.html

Satsuki and Rain



I took the top two photos this morning. It was drizzling.  The flower is satsuki which is similar to azalea (tsutsuji), but the flowers and leaves are smaller.  It's coincident.  This spot, near the river closed to my place, used to be the home of my childhood classmate, and her name was Satsuki because she was born in May.  Satsuki can be a season word in haiku, and Samidare (May rain) also.  The bottom photo shows the asphalt below under the satsuki bushes. 



This afternoon, I wasn’t up to practice kana shodo. I made some black ink and read some good poems. I thought about the photos and came up with two haiku.

The first one is


Satsuki says
Let’s cry together
On a rainy day


The second one I cannot translate because of onomatopoeic. We make sounds crying such as shiku-shiku.


Amenohini
Shikushikuto naku
Satsuki kana


Well, I felt much better at the end of my kana shodo class.  I was the last to leave the classroom.