© Basho (Tr. Robert Aitken)
It’s easy to feel romantic when being among the blooming cherry trees. And nostalgic. We had in our garden where I grew up. Two trees. The large one – with bigger and black sweet berries – I used to climb to the top, where the best berries could be found.
I think I like more to be romantic now …
overwhelmed
by lovely kisses – into
cherry blossom
you took my hand first
and then my heart
Carpe Diem #1157 Sakura,
the national pride of Japan.