Blossomy
The softness is what spellbinds us.
Outfacing, overall
A day-view and a dream-vision!
Earthly and idealic.
Thickly misted; for what's pink hung.
Sky-boughed. Sky-romantic!
That, just now, shadowing across
Unforeseen, in a breeze?
Our life's short-lived fragility!
None over this would drool!
Who's look, barely has time spoiling;
Fuji's eternal cool.
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2022
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