Fog smears the valley,
ribbons of cherry blossoms
pinking dark woods.
Your memory tempts me,
lures me into the mist
where a grouse cackles,
something scampers in shadows.
Tiger lilies line the road, lead me
in bursts of orange this dull day.
Rivaling these mock suns,
a robin sings, doesn’t nitpick
dawn’s delay,
the way ahead unclear.
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