Delicate snow flakes drifted onto hair and shoulders
Shelter and balm ‘neath trees of pink cloud as I walked
Gentle drifts nestled in pockets and corners of street and tree
Pink snow settled on earth burgeoning with daffodils and tulips
while dormant roots and shoots awakened from winter’s rest.
Snow clouds hovered over my head in May.
“Blossoms are scattered by the wind and the wind cares
nothing, but the blossoms of the heart no wind can touch.”
~ Yoshida Kenko
No comments:
Post a Comment