
March starts in winter
Slowly as earth tilts toward sun
Snow turns to flowers.
Wings slice like whispers
Through ancient mountain forests
Rising with bright sun.
Pink dawn slowly seeps
Into vast rivers of sky
Border between trees.
Birds weave through thin clouds
Pulling cover over peak
Volcano slumbers.
Water smoothed by time
Guided by sharp rocky shore
River soft as silk.
Winter gray erased
Tide of colors back to earth
Oceans of flowers.
Breaking through branches
Sun descends toward deep blue lake
Sky’s long path to night.
Sky blossoms with dawn
Mirror of hidden colors
Deep in volcano.