Not Just a Flirtation
Cherry-blossoms bud,
Brown trees become frilly pink,
He stands there softly.
Swift dark blue rivers
Reflect placid cloudless sky
He laughs, songbirds stop.
Dead leaves slowly twirl,
Geese moving south honk adieu,
He stares silently.
Slow, hot, crackling fires
burn, banks of white fluff pile up.
He smiles, ice shatters.