Sunday, March 20, 2016

their presence
in the dead brush
is like the glistening of stars
in the blackest of night
bringing their light
to the plight of the world

"What a strange thing!
to be alive
beneath cherry blossoms."  ~Kobayashi Issa, Poems

And what a privileged thing to be alive to the sight of pear blossoms in early spring.

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