Biting winter wind,

Rolling through the alleyway,

Making spring the fool,

Or so it would seem to me,

And my tissue paper coat.

Deciduous trees,
“Holding back” the howling wind,
Sadly, with each gust,
A pale yellow tragedy,
Falling towards the forest floor.

Beyond my doorstep,
A jealous Pacific moans,
Clawing at the shore,
Where winding concrete ribbons,
Flirt with salt-kissed cypress trees.


Ignoring my doubt,
My heart stumbles forward with,
Unannounced passion.
Like this storm of wind and rain,
There is no way to tame me.

My divided heart~
Laid bare for all to witness,
For which would you choose?
Still nights and cherry blossoms?
Or Spring breezes and pink snow?

A steady winds’ song
Quiet strings in a full world
Listen close my friend
For it is not a solo
But a forest symphony.