#cherryblossoms
“oh, my geisha
she has her feet placed
into a geta; a plank
binded with straw to
keep her balance
she makes her face white
with powder and her
lips red with cherry
blossoms
her kimono is always
freshly washed and
the flowers imprinted
on the soft fabric
never fade; making her
all the more entrancing
her hair falls like
curtains when she
takes her pins out;
it always smells
like sunshine
she is not shy to
smile or to laugh
and i think that
makes me like
her even more
oh, my geisha
she will never be
promised to
another man.”
Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 2:21 PM UTC
The wind blew soft, comforting the crying soul.
Against the tree, she felt peace in the cold.
It spoke to her of love and care,
of starlit nights and never-ending dreams.
As the wind danced in its blossom pink.
Both the seasons changed and time went by.
its blossoms now faded, they began t die.
She wept, for her love was now gone;
in the alone cold night, till dawn.
But once a blossom fell in her hands.
As a symbol of hope in her now barren lands.
Nov 8, 2025
Nov 8, 2025 at 8:35 AM UTC
Petals in the breeze,
swirling around trees,
cherry blossom dance.
Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 5:48 PM UTC
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.
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 2:41 AM UTC
when can I go home
when can I see you
again
cherry blossoms bloom
when I think about
you, friend
I left you behind
when I was afraid
To love
Aug 11, 2019
Aug 11, 2019 at 8:56 AM UTC
A quick change of weather brought me to stare outside the window
Standing near the porch, I was then surprised to see snow falling
Almost a month when cherry blossoms began to say hello
Here comes a chilling wind and a surprise snowfall in spring
Hearing its sound, a thread of sad memories began to flow
This pushed me back to the hour of pain, strain, and self-blaming
Worried about the blossoms and pretty wild flowers in the meadow,
I looked around and saw green grass and birds happily chirping
Oh! the woods smell sweet, snow becomes rains and the little stream flows
And everywhere I turn around, I see hope in everything
Plus who among us would not care, cherish and will not go
To admire a lovely tree where blossoms are hung with snow in spring
Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 10:36 AM UTC
Pink flow’rs, blushing cheeks
A soft kiss to say goodbye
Just one perfect dance
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 9:24 AM UTC
Cherry Blossoms Fall
Like snow, they drift so gently
Spring is joining us.
The scent is overwhelming,
I enjoy it so,
Imagine the petals, falling,
Over your face,
The scent of spring is here today.
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 9:43 PM UTC
A new home in spring,
I come as cherry trees bloom
Spring, a new season.
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 9:17 AM UTC
Forty-eight floors up, a God’s-eye view
a man practices tai-chi on a tired patch of grass
he is measured, beautiful
families rest under new-green trees
in Yoyogi Park this early spring Sunday
Mt. Fuji rises like a myth, fading
to illusion in the gathering smog.
A few inches can be an impossible sea
we sit, silently contemplating discord
and the meaningless reasons for it
cherry trees paint the city pink
while faded petals cyclone at our feet
tears, fleeting as sakura
bloom and fall.
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 10:47 AM UTC
Awake to a slowly beating drum
morning meditation drifting up the hill
in the garden, tiny birds add sweet highs
tuneless ravens, the bass undertone
trees whisper ancient lyrics
on the passing breeze.
We stroll the Path of Philosophy
through massive wooden gates
into carefully sculpted gardens
exploring the endless number
of temples dotting Kyoto
each more lovely than the last.
Quiet Nanzen-Ji
is where I feel the most
following worship worn
steps to a cave-shrine
heady with wet
and incense
we are purified
by waterfall spray
before returning
the way we came
voices hushed
buoyed by eternity’s hand.
The hotel lobby is filled
with crimson and saffron
glistening heads and broad smiles
from monks gathered there
we bow to each other and are one
may it never be forgotten
revelers arrive by busload
for hanami, cherry blossom viewing
beneath a revered tree
decked out in pink splendor
lit from below to radiate
surreal, internal light
we sample Kobe yakitori
soba and corn
grilled over open flame
as we flow
through the smiling
celebratory crowd
we savor
what is transitory
as sparks
and blossoms whirl
settling on
our hair and skin.
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 12:15 PM UTC
Dalawang Haiku ng Pagkahulog
Halimuyak mo
Sumasabog sa puso
Hinto ang mundo
****
Kalat sa daan
Gaya ng 'king pag-ibig
Tuyo at pisak
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 6:27 AM UTC
Step into the train
as cherry blossoms kiss you
a fragrant goodbye.
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 3:15 AM UTC