Day Sixteen
Shades of nocturne inhow tiny bee feet negotiate
the cherry blossom.
Delicate notes on ivory.
An economy of calm, filling heartslike pollen baskets.
A quiet garden, growing.
Stem and stamen swaying.
Here, the refrain.The low-slung apple-tone
in a cloud of minor keys.
A memo in fading fermata.
But - for now - a crescendoof thriving life glistening;
holly-blue wind-rippled sun
Dappling shade about the tadpoles.
A heralding wren pips,Hanabi translated means fire-flower.
Inflorescence fanfares
in my purple-flaming umbel heart.
In taking flight,
the bee gratefully
applauds her feet upon the petals.
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