The cherry blossoms in DC have finally shed their petals… a weekend walk around the neighborhood had us walking along a carpet of pink. I find the petals and single discarded buds along my walk to work, past the gas station, tucked in the curve of park benches, littering the gutters with soft pink petals.
The second etegami here uses a poem by Okamoto Kanoko (岡本かの子):
Cherry blossoms having shed their flowers are folded in among the fine gravel where people walk.(source: Oriori no Uta: Poems for all seasons, edited by Ooka Makoto, translated by Janine Beichman; Kodansha 2002)
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