Mrs. Cherry-Blossoms

If you want to understand the poem a bit more: https://www.timeout.com/tokyo/things-to-do/everything-you-need-to-know-about-the-cherry-blossoms

This gift sprouts on trees.

She is budding.

Her voluptuous figure 

amplifies her charms, calling in 

for lost and wandering eyes.

And she still is

bulging her bud freely 

under the blessing of nature`s heart.

She flowers to ten

on  hidden lists of men -- blooming.

Her pounding heart craves 

for a stoic counterpart in age of thirty.

Blooming.

She is a child of passion

fifty times stronger in her immersion

in tenderness and tension.

Her eyes close ...

She has plenty to see 

the sweetest is the vision 

of her being seventy,

in his embrace bathing in her serenity.

She blooms fully.

In secrecy she kisses. She loves.

And then the arrival of the grim weather,

that pretty rain of her petals.

Her lust bringing her down, 

falling on the icy glass 

over the body of the frozen lake.

Devoured,

by her own pleasure of the past

disappearing with snowflakes.

Her warm loving  heart crashes and shatters against the surface of cold frozen lake.

But the birds sing of her return.

In another year she is to bud.

But in another few more years she is to love.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved this poem.
"But the birds sing of her return.
In another year she is to bud.
But in another few more years she is to love."
The above lines wonderful. The poem took me back to my Grandparent yard. I loved to see the cherry-blossoms bloom. Thank you Satoshi for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Satoshi IroTzu]

Respect, Coyote.

I appreciate your informative feedback.

[Coyote Poetry]

Was my pleasure. I enjoyed this poem.