Sakura Matsuri
Sleeping under the trees on Yoshino mountain
The spring breeze wearing Cherry blossom petals.—
the Spring wind
scattering blossoms
I saw it in a dream
but when I awoke the sound
was still rustling in my breast— Saigyo
Sleeping under the trees on Yoshino mountain
The spring breeze wearing Cherry blossom petals.—
the Spring wind
scattering blossoms
I saw it in a dream
but when I awoke the sound
was still rustling in my breast— Saigyo
Time keeps on slipping (slipping, slipping) into the future … and here it is April again. Not only the cruelest month, it’s also National Poetry Month. Why April? Why do we need a poetry month? Because they said so. I’m not one to argue, and hey, I do love … Read the rest