Morning and hope of seeing light shift on the wall,
already the tree across the road is covered in pink blossom.
We have our own Hanami, hold baby up to see.
At night I look down at it, even in the dark it blossoms whitely.
The moon shines full, a snow moon.
Every day a new page
every day a chance.
On a walk we find an elf garden
made from sticks and moss
where a child played
and a circle of celandine flowers