Spring rain falls lightly,
The young pine brushes my head
- everyday magic.
Spring rain falls lightly,
The young pine brushes my head
- everyday magic.
This year I see flowers
that I never saw before -
Oh! Surprising world!
We walk together
listening to the morning birds.
No need for words now.
Thought is relinquished
at the great well of wisdom.
Blossoms fall, fruit grows.
Sunlight through soft leaves
song-tapping her umbrella.
Spring tempests at rest.
A pale golden lock,
like a sliver of spring moon
- treasured forever
His last supper sits,
uneaten, growing decay .
Outside – cherry drifts.
I built a new world
just to be near you again.
Foolish Narcissus!
Bound without knowing
Connected without seeing
- me and the wild grass
I scold myself for
walking under cherry flowers
with what might have been