to stand beneath a sunlit
flowering cherry
is to stand in the
presence of
god
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.
......
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