my sakura cherry tree
my eyes caught on your long awaited blossom:
hundreds of little perfect petals,
placed like ripe fruits, hanging under
heavy loaded branches of a tall tree.
Shiny drops of morning dew
on the surface of the silky pink.
Flower cups of petal dust
mixed with last night‘s drizzle rain.
Your honey sweet flower tea
warms my cold morning feet
after long winter woollen hiding
you are the sunny summer‘s first call.
despite your overwhelming elegance
I can’t preserve your outstanding beauty from natural evanescence.
So it has to be an elusive awe,
in each moment, that you last,
and guard me to my house with perfection,
on a softly floral carpet outstanding beauty and my door.
my Sakura cherry tree
my Sakura pretty tree