The entire day I searched for spring but
spring I could not find,
In my straw sandals I tramped among the
mountain peak clouds.
Home again, smiling, I finger a sprig of
fragrant plum blossoms;
Spring was right here on these branches in
all of its glory!
Plum Blossom Nun, c.800
trans: Beata Grant
16 comments:
Oh yes, I see the spring time. Lovely painting.
Lovely spring thoughts!
Hi Lizzy, that's reality! Thanks for coming by. Nights getting cooler where you live?
Hello Willow, it's lovely to wander in the garden these spring nights.
soooo lovely!!
Hi Gypsy, the photo is spectacular with the mountain appearing through the cloud. The poem so simple; speaking volumes.
That is a gorgeous photo! Love the poem as well.
alaine - it's so great to have a spring happening somewhere and to have it so beautifully shared!!! have a sweet spring day. steven
Beautiful image and words for us today, Alaine... It grows cold here, I would love some spring now! Happy Day :o) ((HUGS))
I shall read this poem again on a dark winter's day!
Hi Alaine,
Gorgeous photograph and nice words to go with it. If we could all have that view!
Fabulous..fabulous!
Spring again and fall too. I liked this post.
Glad to share it! Thanks for visiting!
Happy spring to you! Beautiful photograph and poem..as you enjoy the spring, and we are in the midst of autumn! :)
Hello Betsy, loved your Autumn photos too! I long for Autumn as, one month before Summer, we are sweltering in 30C heat already!
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