28 April – Hanami

There’s nothing like an avenue of pink cherry trees
or the swirling confetti they surrender to the breeze.
I love their blossom best when it holds to the branch
but change my mind every time their petals avalanche
and turn the dullest street into a whirling flower globe
that carpets the curbs with Spring-tinted snow.
I would like my whole world to just stop and stare;
to make everyone present to every moment they are there.
I wish we, like Japan, practised ‘hanami’
and sat under their blooms in picnic parties.
Perhaps if we did, no one would think it strange
if I threw my arms wide to dance in rose-coloured rain.

28 April - Hanami