Petals,
holding a stinging heart deep within,
a field being born blue.
Dazzling
the true words of those flowers,
when they burst on a spring night like fireworks,
trees grow old unseen,
and love, unseen, deepens.
For a while, on days when cherry blossoms scattered beautifully,
I thought they had all, just like that, gone away..
And yet before I knew it- on the ground they were blooming again as flowers.. a grateful encounter-
