Japanese cherry
blossom on gossamer wings
falls from azure skies.
Harbinger, you come:
impasto white turn pink and
fall on rivulets.
Mountain children's down,
drifting as falling snowflakes
to melt the winter.
Greet the spring in gowns
of nature's finest petals
that we may wonder.
Should I not see you
in your grace by missing news
of your arrival,
then I must hurry
to catch the famed bullet train,
to gaze upon you.
Moving white shadow,
cover the mountains and land
with your loveliness.
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