It was brought to my attention the other day that I haven’t written a san san in ages, years. So here’s a san san for the dverse open link night. If it’s a new form to you, the rules are here, plus a link to the source.
The wind is cold that blows the April trees
And strews the blossom on the grass like rain;
Tossed back and forth, the swallows dream of spring.
An ocean wild of branches in the breeze
Is white with foamy petals, snow white stain
Of swallow breast—where did the warm winds go?
Clouds of blossom torn from boughs yet bring,
Like swallows, promises sweeter than snow.