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A warm breeze moves through
the garden and the blooming trees.
Hair becomes waves of the sea,
cloth caressing skin becomes caged wings.
A Crow visits her favourite tree
with a plastic milk bottle lid for kindness.
Lost within the romance of Spring,
drifting away.
After the joyous Spring
comes the ferocious Summer.
All fire and burning forests.
Yet Autumn will come for us,
and then the Winter.
All quiet, reflective and dark.
Sakura creeps to
find a friend in the warm sun
and in the spring blue
SPRING SCENTS between heaven and earth the colours of energy are vibrating hallucinating Springtime scents of Jasmine and green nature is a mixed mess wobbling and rolling in the grass calling to the elements ending up naked in the river alone
Spring lays waste to winter,
for the sun shines once again.
Blossoms bud, bloom, and blow about, yet we feel a chill again.
We are immersed in the season as we consider the times to come.
A perfumed breeze from the rose garden
brings joy to the nose and happiness to her heart.
A decadence so sensually sweet
to tempt her to taste Turkish Delight.
Blooms that hid under the snow
now grow brightly free for spring.
Spring knows of blooming buds;
do you remember flowers?
Blossoming buds rise again
to melt your icy bleak heart.
grey days blossoming
flowers awakening Spring
a Winter lament
The Cherry Blossoms
And if this is my last Spring,
I will share my Spring with you.
We may talk about the old and the new;
silences will not be unknown to us.
And if the cherry blossoms bloom,
we may watch the way they move.
We may lose ourselves to our love,
thinking back to when we were young.
And if we forget that we are older,
I will dance with you upon the petals.
Returning to a short sleep,
I served for another year.
My sister awakens warmth,
I am not without a heart.
She knows I often take time,
so slow to let the North go.
Before sleep, we often talk,
I do get carried away.
My sister knows it is time,
before sleep, a naughty smile.
She and I are creative,
we produce a sun shower.
Returning to dreams and sleep,
see you soon, my sister Spring.
C & K 