Sakura

In the soft Spring breeze

A flurry of pink and white, like snow

Tickling storms fill a still young season

As blossoms invite, and touch the world

Of sight and sense

Breezes of lightened air, dressed heavy with scent

day in blossom, and it fills every thing

with the wonder of nascence.

As if tiny notes on strings of air

Petals make music felt at heart

And every sinew reaches for tenderness

To gather the warm sun, waterous air

And ride the rising tide of life;

to mate the inner desire

And the outward touch as they unfold

And bare to every occurrence of moving air

Blossoms seek as flowers need

The reckoning of an inner seed, a wish

To be like all things that reach to the sky