Spring Poem (Spring Blossom)

On a still-cold morning
in the corner of the garden
there was a bud

The bud thought of itself
as just a round shape

It didn't yet know
that it would become a flower
or that spring would come

Beside it
there was always a leaf
without saying a word
swaying when the wind blew
and silently accepting
the falling rain

"Is it spring yet?"

Even when the bud asked that
the leaf did not answer

it only shifted the angle of the light
a little
to soften the shadows

The daylight grew longer
and within the cold
a faint warmth began to mingle

Deep in the soil
something
quietly
began to unravel

The bud
without realizing it
kept on waiting

And then
before it knew it
slowly
it began to open

One afternoon
the bud
was a bud no more

The leaf
said nothing
just
cast a shadow

To bloom
is to begin
and also a small
moment of goodbye

Opening
the bud
is not in a hurry
in the pale time
that feels like
the space between night and morning
the tightly closed edges
little by little
as if hesitating
begin to unfold
one petal
then another
the petals
as if breathing
accept the light
each time
the air
trembles slightly
and the leaf
involuntarily
shivers
it is not because of the wind
but because the depths of its heart
trembled
first
the flower
is not yet
used to
being open
a little
shyly
even so
without running away
it stands
in the sunlight
its pride
makes no sound
becoming a pale color
that bleeds
to the edges of the petals
a gentle breeze
rustles
softly
making the flower
shiver
while swaying
as if drifting
the flower
is here
just
by that alone
the world
is dyed
in the color of young grass
it becomes a spring
of pale crimson

The beginning of spring,
I listen closely
to the footsteps
I feel
the presence

Flower and grass
memories of a bond

Spring
tells no one
and without being noticed
comes here

The flower is already blooming, isn't it?
It seems spring came
before we knew it.

The beginning of spring,
thinking of spring
the wind blows
and shakes us
the world is now
dyed
in pale crimson

☕🌿🌷🌸🍀

A new
spring blend
is finished

Spring Blossom
~Spring Poem~

The warmth of spring and
the scent of flowers, the smell of grass
gently and softly
as if wrapping you up

The warmth is
inside a single cup
spring that has bloomed
carried on the aroma of coffee

I hope you enjoy the gorgeous warmth♪

Risshun (the first day of spring).
Spring Blossom begins now.

🌞
It was warm today.
Warm enough to bask in the sun.
For the first time in a while, my wife and I went for a walk together.
Slowly.
Being able to be together like this
makes me truly happy.
Spring is just around the corner.
It was a day that made me feel that way.