I had hoped to have a collection of the best of my cherry blossoms to post tonight, but it was a spectacular day here in Northwest Montana and I couldn't bear to stay locked indoors and working on my computer. So, soon...I promise. But in the mean time, this is one of the pictures from my evening photo shoot. The light is so much better, but I'll go more into that when I have all the pictures edited and when I have time to write.
A few weeks ago I purchased my latest poetry book — Japanese Death Poems: Written by Zen Monks and Haiku Poets on the Verge of Death. It's not a book I can rush through. I pick it up and read a few poems and the stories of the lives that ended just before the poems were written. This is the kind of book I read only bit by bit. That is why it is ironic to me that tonight I found a poem written by the poet Basho. He wrote this after meeting a friend he had not seen in twenty years.
Within your life and mine there lives a cherry blossom.
And with that, I shall call it a night and say farewell.