Cherry Blossoms in January
All yesterday the Japanese music played. It calmed my daughter, helped her do her school work, and later put her in the mood for writing.
I wanted to write a poem about the music. It's not the best poem, but sometimes it's the writing that matters most.
When I think about cherry blossoms, I think of yesterday's music. I think of my little girl too. Twirling pink.
wooden flute, bells,
weep and drift—
the ever darkening
Little Girl Whirl photo, by L.L. Barkat. Post in honor of One Shot Wednesday.
Labels: One Stop Poetry