Like Color 'rose' on Cherry Blossoms
by Fereshteh - Sholevar-Herrmann
He returns in the season of cherries
his eyes, two virgin forests
his face, a map of a mythical world
and his words, fresh cultured pearls
in the shell of his language.
He returns like before, like always
with the return of the remorseful moon,
the departure of bewildered swallows,
the color ?rose? to cherry blossoms,
and green leaves to the orphan branches.
He returns and roams in my presence
like a wandering vagabond.