Classic Poem

My soul so familiar with the flower,
I can divine the blooming time.
One bright day I made preparations fast,
wanting to seek the fragrance far away.
The morning sun rose, I started out,
and before evening sun inclined, found lodging.
The brush and inkstone, and a packet for verse,
I have an old servant to shoulder them.
Now I'm ready to meet Kyoto flowers
to make their clean bliss mine awhile.