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On the Life of Cherry Blossoms |
(written for the Dr. Nadine Ishitani Hata Memorial Cherry Blossom Festival)
Delicate stars
cling to tree tops
puffs of white
tinged with
softest pink.
Soon, they will fall
a flurry
of snowflakes
that shall not melt
into water and
dissipate in sun.
They will wilt
instead, under
the footsteps
of passersby
becoming no more
than withered
shadows.
Scent permeates air
causes the
reek of remembrance
to tickle our nostrils
a perfume
of impermanence
drifts on wind.
copyright 2006
Dana
Campbell |
