komorebi

The sun to my fragile leaves;

dancing midday in whispered heaves,

tangled between each other’s’ steps

supple lines, swiftly caressed.

The waldeinsamkeit enveloping

solitude’s welcome at the dawn of spring

an eternity of pause unspoken

the space that lingers, in your absence.

Lanceolate profiles pirouetting across

slender, somber, in soft repose

waiting, yearning, a prostrate trance

enriched only, by the sun’s glance.

Komorebi - Japanese. The interplay between the light and leaves when sunlight filters through the trees.

Original image from here.