A nudge from Prunus Tai Haku



Today we move the clocks forward.

A superficial act that makes us feel

that we can control time.


March  is blowing itself out, stripping

the pristine petals of  the Great White Cherry,

which lodge like snow on the village green.


How much we anticipate that brief perfection.

A dynamic display of cyclic nature  —

a gentle reminder of our impermanence

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