We came for cherry blossoms in the Japanese garden.
March brings chilly air and then begs our pardon
For the strong winds that rustle the tops of tall trees
While the white and red flowers attract tourists and bees.
Cherry blossoms make us think of Japan and such places
Gravel paths show the way and the flowers are graces.
Wisteria hangs from a pergola’s tall cover
Flowers caste their sweet scents, I match pace with another
Who walks slowly. Speaks softly and builds our relation.
I came here to meet her with great expectation
That she’d know me and trust me so we could meet alone.
We take turns telling secrets. Eat lunch and head home
I hold her once more, take my leave but she stays.
Cherry blossoms will be there for several more days.