I glance out the window,

Only to find myself

Gazing at the swaying branches

Lightly letting go of Sakura petals.

 

The cherry blossoms gracefully fall,

Floating, gliding, riding on the breeze,

Like a calm boat

Stranded in the river.

 

They fly and they twirl

in the never ending breath of the clouds.

They give the evening air

A luscious cushion,

A hint of meaning,

A  tinge of hope.