Cherry Blossoms Haiku Novels & Stories

Ye Chen asked, seeing Su yuhan pause and look at him. “Who wants to stare at you? I was admiring the cherry blossoms.” Su yuhan gave the exciuse. Ye Chen then looked up at the falling cherry blossoms and smiled. “They are rather beautiful when falling.” Then, one of the blossoms fell onto his face. “Or rather not.” Ye Chen then swiped the blossom off his face, making Yuhan laugh. “Come, let’s begin,” Su Yuhan said, sitting before him and extending her hands to be clinched with his.

Except someone had been passing through it repeatedly and with purpose for three weeks. I moved through the trees with the Switch fully engaged, slow and deliberate, footfalls on stone where I could find it and packed earth where I couldn't, each step placed before my weight committed to it. The morning mist sat low between the trunks, the kind of mist that arrived in early autumn and stayed until midmorning, softening the edges of things, making the forest feel like a room someone had left the lights off in. Good cover. I noted it as I noted everything, filed it in the column marked useful and kept moving.

I nodded to her statement, it didn't make much sense to me either, but I should keep it hidden that I know for now. "What flowers did you want to be on the tables?" Asiya caught on and changed the subject, which I was thankful for. I looked around and we walked around to each one finally making it to the flower trees. "Wow, these are even more beautiful close up." "Those are called Cherry blossoms." The garden man, he was an older gentleman with white hair and sunken blue eyes, he looked kind, and excited to talk about the flowers in the garden. "They are so beautiful." I say glancing at him and back at the Cherry blossoms.

She deliberately twisted away, saying, “My aunt says a woman should focus on her studies and career. I can’t let a man hold me back.” George hugged her from behind. “That’s fine. I can wait. And when that day comes, I’ll be the one standing behind you, supporting you.” A gust of wind blew, sending cherry blossoms drifting down from the trees in a flurry. With that, Hailey closed her eyes and nodded.

Fortunately, there were signs that told the names and prices of each plant as well as a little fact about them. We reached the cherry blossom section, where I was greeted by a stunning sight. Rows of yoshino cherry trees lined the path, creating a canopy of white and pink blossoms. The sun shone through the petals, creating a soft glow. A gentle breeze flowed through the canopy making the flowers sway and fall like snowflakes. I snatched one of the petals mid-air and admired its delicate beauty. Delicate just like my baby’s life. I walked closer to one of the yoshino cherry trees and touchedits smooth bark. A cluster of flowers adorned its branches and I inhaled their almond scent and smiled

It’s early afternoon when I settle beneath a beautiful tree at the park. In spring, this place is breathtaking—full of blooming flowers and a few imported Japanese cherry trees. They’re my favorite. Cherry blossoms have always felt like a symbol of life and new beginnings. Something I needed to see after last night... and this morning’s terrifying— Dream? Is that what it was? A dream? Or a vision of what would’ve happened if I’d waited to call the police?

“If you have any news, contact me immediately.” There was a slight pause before Kenji spoke again. “You still have that flower?” Yuri knew what flower her uncle was talking about -- The stalk of the cherry blossom flowers, otherwise known as the sakura blossoms, that Kenji had brought over during his January visit that year, and which Hitomi had placed in a vase half-filled with water. “Of course. Niisan never forgot that my favourite sakura blossoms. Every year, you always picked a stalk of it for me when the sakura blossoms in Japan.” There was a slight pause. “It’s getting late. I’ll make up a bed for you—”

Fujino Masayoshi said sarcastically, "Is it strange for someone in your country to write cherry blossom poems? Isn't it the beauty of our national flower?" The crowd echoed, "Yes, what does a poem represent?" "A poem doesn't mean anything. At this time in Japan's poetry collection of Ten Thousand Leaves Collection, there are mostly peach blossoms and plum blossoms to be recited." Yang Xiao continued, "In a well-known book named Collection of Ten Thousand Leaves in Japan, there are 118 pieces of plum blossom poems and less than 40 pieces of cherry blossom poems. In October, a large number of cherry blossom songs began to appear in large quantities in this book."

Directly behind me and shading the bench I perched against stood a towering Yoshino cherry blossom tree, its branches shading the chrysanthemums, orchids, and lilies scattered throughout the area. A cool breeze blew through the air and I smiled. I loved the time of transition. Spring was cool and all, but my magic was all summer and I felt the heat of Sumar roiling through my veins, thrashing against my control to keep it contained until the right time. It wasn’t time now. Not yet. Soon though. Soon, I’d be able to let Sumar out and I couldn’t wait. An approaching energy, so similar, yet nearly unbearably different from mine reminded me of my slip up. We. Soon we’d be able to give Sumar free

I could imagine what it must have been like to watch as it grew, a reminder of what it signified. “Cherry blossoms symbolize new beginnings. Dad had always said that he wanted a permanent reminder of the new beginning between them. Their love was always something beautiful to witness. They were each other’s best friend and confidants. They walked through life side by side, sharing everything with their soulmate. Alpha left Dad’s body at the edge of our pack. He said that it showed how Dad was worse than trash.” Octavia shook her head and scoffed. “Luckily, I was able to sneak back out there and give him a warrior’s send-off.”