The Almond Blossom

Fleetingly beautiful Sakura

Against the feral blue and beyond

Unseen to the eyes

The pure white of a bride’s dress

Or that of a virtuous angel’s feathered wings

The blossom-filled sprigs 

With a pinch of yellow, red, and green

a hand full of bewitching beauty

Embraced with hope and new beginnings 

Painted for the infant’s welcome.

The incessant months seemed to end now

But it was also the end of spring.

If only you had got to paint more of this

Fleetingly beautiful sakuras