David Norris writes

The Jealous Flower Wind

Today, I saw a father 

chasing the cherry blossoms

in the wind. He captured

the small petals in his hand,

held them out to his young son.

The boy laughed and looked into

his father’s eyes, showing his

delight, voicing his approval.

The wind carried Sakura through

the air, the snow falling on

their faces, in their hair, moving

in the space between us.

Winter is jealous of spring.

She does not want to say goodbye.

I pulled my collar up close while

standing in the bright afternoon sun.

 

Mukojima Park -- Hiroshige Utagawa III