The Arrow's Flight: The Arrow's Flight

The Arrow's Flight

 

Under the white bloom
of the apple tree that sways,
kissed by evening wind,
I watch the petals falling
white blades caught by unseen hands.

How quick the passage
of the spring into summer.
Close your eyes - it's done.
The green leaves announce to all
how certain the passing time.

Arrow pointing up
released by the archer's hand --
how swiftly it flies,
a graceful arc heavenwards,
falling at last to cold earth.

Hear it whisper now,
softly, the voice of the wind,
witness with the sky
of the passing blossom time,
of each arrow's single flight.