
It will be time
when the time is right.
Smell the blossom
It will be time
when the time is right.
Smell the blossom
I’ve been waiting for the blossom to
fall in winter,
leaves to blow around the streets
in spring.
I tried to set sail when the tide was out
like forcing the fruit of an apple tree;
I should have waited
to enjoy the sun.
Time is of the essence
and the essence is time:
Each now passes and is gone;
a simple stillness remains
What will be will be
spring’s breath silent like the fall –
the sun comes around
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Spring — nothing more could
reveal, the joy of a day.
A blossom’s fragrance
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Early fragrance,
sky darkening —
distant thunder
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The affairs of men
Appalling shenanigans
First blossom appears
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