the newborn-
white cherry blossoms
line the path
under the watch
of the day moon
face half flooded
within the sky blue
like a faded island
in the vast ocean

notes… this is about cadence and haiku, or not haiku, but when I am in the mood this has the feel, the deal, and so what…love it or leave it… I am cool with that, and thanks for all eyes and spies who read this…