Still, silent water
Crystal Depth
awash with leaves
(of cherry trees)
lying on a sheet of glass
The Cherry Lake calls
and out of sight
as quick as that
the strands of music fall
and spring arrives without delay
The silent morning breaks
into birdsong and ripples
The light comes to invade the senses
with a vibrant colour spray
it tickles
the senses
drown under
blossoms’ fragrant growl
rotund bursting lips
intense argosy
brought in by angel ships