During my walk, quite unprepared,
I came upon a patch of marigolds,
Yellow like the shining sun, wild,
Harbinger of the winter days;
But this is only October, I thought,
And already the fields are turning gold!
I wished you’d been there to see them,
You, who had loved the genda blossoms;
Sometimes all we need is someone
To see the beautiful things with:
Because one heart may not be enough
To feast on what the eyes have seen.
But though I was alone, I fretted not.
Sometimes when you see loveliness
And remember someone fondly
The heart, if untainted by bitterness,
Will multiply that joy: I too felt
Two sets of eyes watching the marigolds.