A Single Blossom

A Renga: A Single Blossom Santa Cruz Harbor, The sound of barking seals In the morning fog Summer heat pushes people To the California coast Watching the sunset, Newlyweds are holding hands On the balcony A power outage has occurred, But nobody seems to mind The moon is rising Over the distant mountains In the cool fall air She adjusts the thermostat To a much lower setting "We should concentrate. We are blowing our budget. Where is it going?" He puts the folders away And gazes out the window Relentless winds blow, Whistling through the power lines Past the frozen pond A diner prepares coffee In the early morning light The hawthorn blossoms, White, with a tinge of yellow, Bright against the leaves She plucks a single blossom And places it in her hair