Risen

Cherry blossom season is delightful. I have been searching for a cat, miqoté had left home, to be found coming up to a dozen times but one night I stopped to see the cherry blossoms at night speak eerily to my soul.

It looks dry, it seems dull, but after the sun, it’s fully there. Night shines like day, day light night, and maybe now and then a little roaming would ease the mind, yet Coté, it’s a long winter. I’m asking your forgiveness if you’re angry, you’re patience if you’re tired, and our home to settle without anger or patience. Maybe not now, but sometime, once we get you home. I’ll hope sanity stays vigil when I hear this yonder time, edit, rinse, edit.