The small trees erupted into a flame of color

What has been blooming under your nose?




One moment everything was green and bud, said Princess Haiku



And suddenly this wild bloom.

a Small Paradise

This is the Japanese garden near the cottage where I have flute lessons. The little trees told me that music from all of the students falls upon their blooms like a gentle rain.

Is Princess Haiku being fanciful or did she really hear the trees?
hint: The answer is in the blossoms.

Flowering trees, bursting pale color

When minature trees are poems, said Princess Haiku.

The little trees had stories to tell

These little trees grow in the garden of the music studio where I have flute lessons. They have been growing for a lot time, watered by sun, music, clouds and dreams. Princess Haiku, they said to me as I inhaled the breath of their age. We have stories to tell, and blooms that belong to the far past as well as...