Lovely … brings them out … thank you …

Reminds me … Canto Xiii: Kung Walked - poem by Ezra Pound

``The blossoms of the apricot blow from the east to the west, `And I have tried to keep them from falling."

And here’s a grateful wave for Li Po et al…

Pause the blossom

And the moon’s slender beginning,

Hold the sky, heaven’s reflection

At the bend of the river