It’s spring!
when threads of green willow
twine together,
or tangle among blossoms
that are bursting their seams.
This thing called parting
Has no color
Yet it seeps into our hearts
And stains them with loneliness.
Like a wild cherry
glimpsed dimly
through a break in the mist—
that’s the kind can
stir you to desire.
~ Ki-no-Tsurayuki