Eterna

 

                                                          

The blushing petals are no more,

Instead are purple leaves

Violet, plum, sangria-hued marvels

And this is not even Autumn

 

The young leaves know

They have big shoes to fill

Sakura bloomed a week back

Stirring madness in the air

 

But the fronds have learned well,

Battle-hardened, they survive

The last gusts of winter,

Unlike their predecessors

 

But we, ungrateful spectators

Muse on those who go away

A year’s worth of amethyst leaves –

Yet we seek blossoms that do not stay

 

The same wind reminds us

To return in winter’s emptiness

To sing in vacant branches,

What we fail to write today…

 

1^st September, 2024