violent last frost –
through the air straight into
an open blossom…
violent last frost –
through the air straight into
an open blossom…
under a tree
heavy with cherry blossoms
nothing else matters…
late spring night,
an unknown bird’s simple song
moves me to tears…
green fields turn gold
in a spring day light
as if melting…
cherry blossoms fall
and the gentlest wind gust
sweeps them away…