Lovelist of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom
along the bough.
A blizzard of petals rushing the sky
And stands about the woodland ride.
It looks like the incarnation of lovely fairy
Wearing white for the Cherry Blossom Festival.
I look up to see
range upon range of blossoms.
It is only March.
The moon, already pacing.
I can't stop my own life
for taking refuge
To see the cherry hung with snow.
