Quiet pink crescents

Today I’m honoured to have a guest poem and photos by my friend Sarah M. I hope you enjoy her haiku!

Flutter against blue sky

Joy in a soft breeze

Rejoice!

There is something very special

about seeing cherry blossoms

by starlight

Their delicate sweetness

is made more poignant

by the surrounding darkness

Fruitful words are born in silence, as blossoms from a barren tree.

Spring means kids confidently strolling ahead under the cherry blossoms…

And moms dreamily distracted by the lush beauty above.

Wishing you all a sweet spring!