cherry blossoms

“What a strange thing!
to be alive
beneath cherry blossoms.”
Kobayashi Issa, Poems

they perch plush

and plum

on the tree branches

that used to stare

naked to the sky


dipped in

giggling pink


chuckling white

cherry blossoms smell like the dirt

after fresh rain











they suckle

on the warming

sun rays

under the burning gold

that pierces the dead

out of the alive


spring is my favourite time



what’s your favourite thing about spring?



17 Responses

  1. One of the things I miss about living in the Pacific Northwest is all the cherry blossoms.

    As for Spring, it’s my least favorite season by far. Springs where I am are cold, wet, muddy, miserable things – like a worn-out politician.

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