A Night in March

Beauty in Motion

For a moment I linger
in a March night.
Beyond the garden wall
the sky is dark and deep.

Against the deep night
young trees glow a tender green,
standing close together,
reaching out their hands
from every side.

At the tips of their branches
sharp little buds
push forward,
each one turned toward the sky,
catching the moonlight
and shimmering—
quietly lighting
this March night.

How can it be so beautiful?

The tangled twigs,
wild and carefree,
cross and wander through one another,
swaying gently
in the soft breath of spring,
stirring something deep
within my chest.

Nowhere in this world
have I seen a night like this—
a March night so beautiful.
I stand for a long while,
as though spellbound,
simply watching.

It was only a path
I happened to pass by,
yet even after returning home
and lying down in the dark,
it rises again in my mind—
Night.

A March night.
Beauty that trembles in the air.
My heart
begins to flutter.

*these are my own paintings*