Sakura
It was a tune, a light air,
in the second or third piano book.
You practiced all that wet spring,
young girl with vast imagining.
I recall how you would look
out through the glass door
at the April rain streaming,
turn back to practice, to dreaming
of pink blossoms, of blooming.
Leslie Schultz
I found the image above yesterday. Tim and I took a walk downtown. I carried an umbrella which I needed on the way home as we encountered one of those delightful brief storms when it rains as the sun is shining. We sheltered for a few moments under the awning of the Blue Monday Coffee Shop, where I saw these other umbrellas in two- and three-dimensions.
What a wonderful word Sakura is. I had to Google it. I suspected its meaning based on the poem but wanted to be certain. It works with the photos just right. And I particularly liked:
turn back to practice, to dreaming
of pink blossoms, of blooming.
Such is the stuff of spring, right? On this rainy 39 degree day it warmed me.
Lovely overlap of young girl blossoming in the spring — like Japanese cherry trees.