white petals roll
away from their tree;
spring melancholy…
white petals roll
away from their tree;
spring melancholy…
facing the wrath
of the first spring gust on me
with calm and tea…
days like strings
playing an eternal hum…
and then – cherry blossoms!
on the spring sky,
the sun plays hide and seek
with the clouds
walk gently –
the earth starts to open,
bugs come out…