First Sakura

Pale pink petals unfurl
Minute against budding branches
Lingering chill of winter

A Rare View

ah, cherry blossoms
braving the bitter wind
this possessive onlooker

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Journey

My thoughts fill with sun and the memories of years past
And though I walk alone along the cherry lane
I shall not look among the new flowers with unease
If the trees renew themselves every year, so must I
My shadow a faithful companion on the journey

Ephemeral

On the wind, the scent of spring
A bed of littered sakura
The hawk strangles his prey;
Death beneath beauty