hana

“A plum does not resent the hungry man, but the farmer who planted the tree.” - from ‘Bullet Train’ ~ breath … of Aokigahara shadowed … solemn pressed upon twilight’s demise as rouge on the face of dawn like a plum blossom perfect … pure fallen from Fuji’s proud shoulders to blush the cheek of a water, tranquil cool glass of grace and depth giv’n such beautied blemish … petals’ pink ballet fouetté en tournant to welcome the sun on a mirrored sky - devoted dance for the new day once … among many million more trembling a-branch but now, for a whisper of wind a princess, divine blooming, bowing, waltzing for the lord of the lake, Saiko and the promise of an early … spring. ~ for my dear friend Sachiko ~ Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, June 1, 2024