Cherry Lake

Still, silent water
Crystal Depth
              awash with leaves
            (of cherry trees)
        lying on a sheet of glass

The Cherry Lake calls
     and out of sight
         as quick as that

the strands of music fall
and spring arrives without delay

The silent morning breaks
into birdsong and ripples

The light comes to invade the senses
    with a vibrant colour spray

it tickles 
the senses
drown under
blossoms' fragrant growl
rotund bursting lips
intense argosy
brought in by angel ships