Memoirs of spring.

I.

Blossoming plum tree.
How well the falling petals
conceal the many abortions,
of your unwanted children.


II.

Falling petals from plum trees,
weave a white carpet, so soft.
Never a more spectacular show,
Of death.


III.

Plum flowers like mothers
Shed and sacrifice their petals.
To give to the ripe babies,
a gift of safe arrival.