You may follow the cherry blossom
from February in Okinawa
to May in Hakkaido.
You may step from tree to tree
beneath boughs pruned to enhance shape
and space, so glorious in bloom,
until the strap on your shoe gives way from wear
and a friend helps you to continue.
Or you may pause beneath a single tree
in a park or garden, feel sun on your face
while blossom drifts like snow to the ground,
then step, more lightly, through your day,
to find, when you return home,
a scattering of petals in the hood of your coat.
Jan Harris lives in Nottinghamshire and writes poetry, flash fiction and short stories. Her work has appeared in places such as Litro Magazine, Mslexia, Envoi and Acumen.