Morning mist drapes each blossom
like a bride reluctant to wake.
Petals fall in silent confession—
memory’s hush in every drift.
Roots hold secrets of laughter and tears,
a debt of seasons owed to shadows.
Soon, steel will bite bark and bloom
and these ghosts will scatter on the wind.
......
to stand beneath a sunlit
flowering cherry
is to stand in the
presence of
god
luscious ripe cherry
crimson and scarlet very
sunshine so merry
Morning mist drapes each blossom
like a bride reluctant to wake.
Petals fall in silent confession—
memory’s hush in every drift.
Roots hold secrets of laughter and tears,
a debt of seasons owed to shadows.
Soon, steel will bite bark and bloom
and these ghosts will scatter on the wind.
......
to stand beneath a sunlit
flowering cherry
is to stand in the
presence of
god
luscious ripe cherry
crimson and scarlet very
sunshine so merry