A Plea

Would it be weird if I spoke to you in verse

For all our lives – from the chapel to the hearse

Would you like me more if I just made you smile

And never got deeper in the hurt and the trial

I can be funny but I am too serious about you

To risk a mistake coming between us two

Please don’t say I’ve missed my last chance

To teach your heart and soul to dance.

Life of a Cherry Blossom

One blossom echoing all of life

Through spring and autumn both joy and strife

From bud to bloom to ailing grip

From forceful flow to drying drip

Bearing fruit; spreading pleasant scent

Vigorously fulfilling its purpose meant

Till death takes hold and plucks with violent rip

But in descent the spirit wind softens the trip

And gently laid upon the ground

Snuggling into the rest it’s found

Bloom looks unto the ripening seed it’s sown

Seeing the blossomed tree to which it’s grown

And though the blossoms fade the fruit remains