first cherry blossoms – you surround me as I walk, your scent spirits me away
tiny, green, tender, strong, weak, growing hope in a pot – I’m raising bonsai
many colours and sweet smells so refreshing in the cold – but which sasanqua do I take home?
heavy in my hands, I hold a bunch of spearflower berries; drip, drip, drip red juice
the only tea flowers I will see this season are boiling in my tea pot
why roses! so fresh and fragrant and in bloom – so out of season
there is no redder shade of red than that of nandin berries against a sky of grey