Friday, March 22, 2013

spring will come again...



“What a strange thing!
to be alive
beneath cherry blossoms.” 

― Kobayashi IssaPoems

We don't have cherry trees here in Florida, so I'm substituting a photo of red maple blossoms, which I think are almost too lovely to be real. And the poem speaks for itself. 
Or for me. Maybe for some of you, too?


11 comments:

Loree said...

Hi Leslie. I hope you're doing better. Cherry blossoms are lovely aren't they? They don't grow here either but we go get almond blossoms in February and they are lovely too.

Rebecca Jerdee said...

I didn't know red maples had blossoms...so dainty and refined. I hope the fact that you've turned up here again, that things are better for you. :)

ayala said...

Hi Leslie,
I hope you are feeling better. Good to see you posting :)

S. Etole said...

Such a gift to see you here again. And yes, the quote speaks volumes.

Kay L. Davies said...

Absolutely beautiful.
I also hope you are well.
Love, K

Elizabeth said...

I agree with your assessment of both the tree and the poem. I love Isa -- have forgotten about him and am grateful for the reminder. It's amazing, really, to say so much with so few words.

Emily Sovich said...

Oh! Those maple blossoms are stunning! I don't think I've seen anything like that before.

Flowering trees are a gift though, all sorts!

Tracy said...

Oh, such tender hope conveyed by this image, Leslie! Lovely verse too... The calendar says spring, but winter still has her frosty veil laid over us here--it's been a long, cold winter here. We long for warm sun and blooms now. :o) Sending well wishes and prayers your way, my friend... ((LOVE & HUGS))

Nancy said...

I have missed you and I hope this means you are better....

This flower is so fragile and beautiful....Hopefully spring is close by; I do hope it is....

Beth said...

Beautiful. Good to see you post again.♥

Laura said...

absolutely beautiful... maple blossoms are forming here too despite there still being patches of snow on the ground...it is amazing indeed when spring makes her slow yawning return.