To make a habit of joy
is a dangerous thing.
The first year I saw the cherry blossoms
it was a miracle.
The second year
a gift.
This year I will not see them
and I cannot help but feel
as though some dear possession
has been robbed of me
not realising
that it was mine
only to hold
not to keep.
Only flowers can teach us about impermanence.. thank you for this poem
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ReplyDeleteThere's such sadness in those lines, but also a quiet acceptance. Thank you for this poem.