Petals in the wind. How like you To leave me feeling scattered.
How like you To take away my beauty Without force, no shaking of the tree trunk, Just the slow untangling, loosening, Until I am adrift.
Do you hear it? That gentle sorrow, When all are marveling at the cherry tree, The orchard in springtime, The pretty picture it paints In the skyline, the treeline, underneath hopeful feet Of youth in the sweetness of first kisses, first loves – The gossamer thread affixed in the fall.
In time, I will be made anew, The petals you once brushed from my hair Will not be mine anymore. But still, each year, I will relentlessly bloom Until the axe has fallen, striking the heartwood.
She hid away her colors in the frail, fragrant flower petals. Her radiance that once so bright, forgotten and taken from your sight. The long lost splendor, the missed glorious moments. Her brilliant wild joined the joyous, unceasing winds.
🌸A Parting Gift🌸
"Hanafubuki" is the Japanese word that describes the beautiful moment when cherry blossom petals float down on the wind, like snowflakes in a blizzard. “Hana” means flower and “fubuki” means snow storm.
Longer sleepless evenings Humid, dark, and bleak Serene and sorrowful homes Blossoming sakura trees weep With heavyhearted lonely buds Spring, unforgettable saddest spring Trees not lovelier and so are fields Nor the day more delightful than the evening These unhappy blooms in pink Signal a different kind of grief
Sakura (cherry blossoms) are constantly cited as the most recognizable sign of spring in Japan. When trees all over the country burst into breathtakingly beautiful clusters of pink flowers right about the time it gets warm enough, people yearly go outside to enjoy. Blooming of the sakura is a beautiful gift from mother nature, hanami (sakura viewing) is done by many people in spring. But due to COVID-19 pandemic, parks right now are being closed to avoid more transmission of SARSCoV2.
Your words are like flowers blooming for the first time in the early days of spring. Charming Mesmerizing Glorious Like the light pink pretty petals spilling into the winds, whispering intensity and sweetness. I find myself blushing and gliding. With your rhymes sending me into a lovely realm, I am now in your fairyland.