Open Link Night #170 – Hazasakura

This is posted for Open Link Night at dVerse.  Come visit to read a variety of poems by some talented writers!

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so long we wait for the blooms –
through the long winter watching the
tiny bits of reddish brown bud grow larger –
through snow, dark days, moonless nights
the buds grow larger and one day
they burst into bloom.
Too brief their time of beauty.
By the end of the day blossoms fade
and blow away in the wind or drift
to the ground in sakura snow.
A hard rain this morning.
Petals washed down and ground into the mud
by the relentless raindrop armies
churned into oblivion.
A walk down the lane to the creek this afternoon –
fresh smell of pine needles and cedar
from the surrounding woods –
the usually clear water muddy from the rain.
I try to see my image but only see shadowy
reflections from the trees.
I return home already missing the cherry blossoms.
I stuff my hands in my pockets
having to accept the truth of cherry blossoms:
the blossoms have to die so the green leaves can live.
It’s a long wait until next Hanami.

cherry blossoms

*hazasakura – term for green cherry trees after the blossoms have fallen.

36 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Sanaa Rizvi
    Apr 14, 2016 @ 20:12:56

    That’s gorgeous writing Toni 😀 I never knew about hazasakura trees! Such a lovely and passionate introduction in your verse.

    Lots of love,


    • kanzensakura
      Apr 14, 2016 @ 20:15:06

      Thank you Sanaa. you would love the new strain of cherry trees now out and about, but still rare. Sakura Madoria – the blossoms are a tender green! incredible.

      Sent from Windows Mail


  2. SilverGardenia
    Apr 14, 2016 @ 20:15:34

    Even without the cherry blossoms, your walk sounds beautiful.


  3. mtw
    Apr 14, 2016 @ 20:37:46

    oh my, this is a gorgeous piece! i’ve always been extremely fond of cherry blossoms – there are rows of cherry trees in front of my house, and i was looking forward to seeing them bloom this spring! unfortunately, i wasn’t able to come home in time to see them. i’ve always regretted how fleeting those beautiful blossoms are – i never knew there was a term for the bare trees afterwards! hazasakura. wonderful. thank you for this!


  4. Magaly Guerrero
    Apr 14, 2016 @ 20:57:35

    Love the sound, the colors, the truths (about nature and speaker) brought to life by this poem. At the beginning, I find myself excited about the blooming, I enjoy the growth of the buds and delight in bursting of the cherry blossoms… Then I want to run with rain, following washed off petals… I know why the speaker tries to hold on to the flowers (to the experience)… I also know that the short life of the blossoms is what makes their blooming so wonderful. Death is a terrible thing, but without it there wouldn’t be life… or blossoms.


  5. ZQ
    Apr 14, 2016 @ 21:28:20



  6. Grace
    Apr 14, 2016 @ 22:06:49

    That’s a new word for me ~ Already I am looking out for those blooms as I am very aware that their beautiful blooming is very short: Too brief their time of beauty.

    It’s a long wait, I agree ~


  7. thotpurge
    Apr 14, 2016 @ 22:11:01 the last line!


  8. Pleasant Street
    Apr 14, 2016 @ 22:36:32

    I’m in the woods, smelling the trees and feeling the air, nice how you take us on your walks


  9. Glenn Buttkus
    Apr 14, 2016 @ 23:24:11

    Like the butterfly, the cherry blossoms share their glorious beauty only for the briefest of viewings. Nature has a bit of a laugh, watching our anticipation, then our dismay, for Her plan trumps sentiment & idealism.


  10. Bryan Ens
    Apr 14, 2016 @ 23:54:37

    Beautiful. The metaphor of blossoms dying so that leaves might love is a powerful one


  11. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Apr 15, 2016 @ 00:28:52

    The way the beauty is so brief is maybe why we all love them so much. I love it, and I truly love the life of green that comes afterwards… Truly wonderful Toni.


  12. She
    Apr 15, 2016 @ 09:45:02

    “so long we wait for the blooms –
    through the long winter watching the”

    Just after “the(e)”
    is always one of my favorite kinds
    of line breaks.

    You have a great ear. You don’t overdo it or punch hard with your rhyme; it’s so gentle, peaceful, like what you’re saying … even when conveying sad truths.

    This is my favorite section:

    “through snow, dark days, moonless nights
    the buds grow larger and one day
    they burst into bloom
    Too brief their time of beauty.
    By the end of the day blossoms fade
    and blow away in the wind or drift
    to the ground in sakura snow.”

    I too feel sad when my new flowers are so easily destroyed by rain, or just short lives. Obviously this could describe people, as well.

    Beautiful work.


  13. joanna
    Apr 15, 2016 @ 10:18:02

    you’ve captured the fleetingness of early spring perfectly. carefully wrought & powerfully symbolic as well.


  14. Victoria C. Slotto
    Apr 15, 2016 @ 12:23:55

    This is such a strong metaphor for the transience of life–of all forms of life. If it were not for fragility, I wonder if we would notice beauty.


    • kanzensakura
      Apr 15, 2016 @ 15:30:35

      It is something to ponder. Some of us would I think. This is part of the Japanese makeup in the awareness of the changes in nature and many times, the points I try to make about writung Japanese poetic forms. Anyone can have it, use it but not everyone does or cares to get out of their sensitivity. I image you are extremely sensnsitive and have read your writings in similar strain many times, the mono no aware. So some of us indeed would notice indeed!


  15. Raivenne
    Apr 15, 2016 @ 17:54:45

    Oh Tony, how deeply feel this. It’s all so transient. Some days I want to scream in frustration at the things I know I’m missing in pursuit of all the other things I’m missing. But this morning I did notice that tulip bulbs the landscapers planted last week are finally starting to show their first hints of color and oh how it made me smile. It’s a balance to be sure.


  16. Jennifer Wagner
    Apr 15, 2016 @ 18:33:12

    Those moments which pass so quickly as a spring does its shifting…sigh.. This was a lovely walk with you, Toni.


  17. Linda Kruschke
    Apr 15, 2016 @ 19:14:49

    Such fleeting beauty captured forever in your beautiful poem.


  18. kaykuala (@hankkaykuala)
    Apr 16, 2016 @ 10:03:10

    The walk is so magical. But the green blossoms are all the more interesting. Wonder if they get mistaken for leaves! Thanks for sharing Toni!



  19. phoartetry
    Apr 17, 2016 @ 11:57:58

    Having cherry blossoms around gives the best vibes ever, even if their color and scent falls to the ground, soon to turn back into soil. What a great feeling just to be able to walk beneath cherry blossoms. Thank you for sharing your poem. A refreshing and enjoyable read.



  20. MarinaSofia
    Apr 19, 2016 @ 08:30:54

    Every year I seem to blink and miss the cherry blossom season… A storm, a strong gust of wind and it’s over just like that.
    A longer poem than usual from you, but conveys so well the transcience of those fragile petals. And a nicely visual poem – I can see you returning from that walk, hands in pockets, slightly shivering with cold and regret…


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