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

Oh yes, I see the spring time. Lovely painting.
ReplyDeleteLovely spring thoughts!
ReplyDeleteHi Lizzy, that's reality! Thanks for coming by. Nights getting cooler where you live?
ReplyDeleteHello Willow, it's lovely to wander in the garden these spring nights.
ReplyDeletesoooo lovely!!
ReplyDeleteHi Gypsy, the photo is spectacular with the mountain appearing through the cloud. The poem so simple; speaking volumes.
ReplyDeleteThat is a gorgeous photo! Love the poem as well.
ReplyDeletealaine - it's so great to have a spring happening somewhere and to have it so beautifully shared!!! have a sweet spring day. steven
ReplyDeleteBeautiful image and words for us today, Alaine... It grows cold here, I would love some spring now! Happy Day :o) ((HUGS))
ReplyDeleteI shall read this poem again on a dark winter's day!
ReplyDeleteHi Alaine,
ReplyDeleteGorgeous photograph and nice words to go with it. If we could all have that view!
Fabulous..fabulous!
ReplyDeleteSpring again and fall too. I liked this post.
ReplyDeleteGlad to share it! Thanks for visiting!
ReplyDeleteHappy spring to you! Beautiful photograph and poem..as you enjoy the spring, and we are in the midst of autumn! :)
ReplyDeleteHello 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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