
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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Bluebells are ringing
while the trees hum silently
Grasses are singing
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Watching grass grow while
sunlight burns off morning dew –
A primrose breaks through
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