The drift and pirouette of the pink snowflakes,

the clusters of them spent on the ground and stacked by the wind.

Over to the right a student spewing sake and takoyaki,
under our tree a romance brewing
subtly waiting for right moment
to disappear undetected and become
a tangle of flesh in a love hotel.

Spring fever, new beginnings, and the cherry blossoms
a beautiful reminder of death, not as the enemy,
but as a guide to elegant living.