On Saturdays, Frank Tassone introduces us to a new prompt. This week we are asked to write about cherry (blossoms) (sakura).
Tuesday is here, I am still in a frigid part of the world, anxiously waiting for sign of Spring, any minute detail that could inspire me to write about blossoms. There are no buds in the trees, neither flower shoots piercing the hardened soil.
In this outdoor field we are blessed with ice pellets accompanied by three centimeters of gracious snow that delicately honor our precious threshold.
Under the Cherry Blossoms
paramour abandons me
for season’s virgin
mournful cry of the Geisha
cherry blossom trees quiver
Written in response to prompt:
(The transience of the blossoms, the exquisite beauty and volatility, has often been associated with mortality and graceful and readily acceptance of destiny and karma; for this reason, cherry blossoms are richly symbolic)