In my year-end dream,
 
I’m sure I smell fresh blossoms
 
on my cherry tree.

 
 
 

By cherry blossoms,
 
though they be but year-end dreams,
 
my hope is renewed.

 
 
 

One-oh-three degrees—
 
how soothing to remember
 
the cherry blossoms!

 
 
 

Another lockdown—
 
already I’ve forgotten
 
the cherry blossoms.

 

 
 
 

Snowy with blossoms,
 
the grapefruit orchard shivers
 
as the wind kicks up.

 

 
 
 

Having neglected
 
to plant the marigold seeds,
 
my regrets blossom.

 

 
 
 

With help from a breeze,
 
spent plum blossoms settle down
 
near an old clay pot.

 

 
 
 

As if by magic,
 
on the day before Easter
 
my pear tree blossoms!

 

 
 
 

Deepening winter—
 
with longing I remember
 
fragrant plum blossoms.

 
 
 

Midwinter morning—
 
I fail to imagine spring
 
and fresh plum blossoms.