Colour me Shy

my poems too are fragile and fleeting
sometimes soft and naked as the rain
but see how you blush cherry blossom-
who will rush outdoors to see grey words
falling from grey skies

First View

pink heads bent,
cherry blossoms watch
the soft arch
of her neck;
perfect beauty glides in silk
for spring’s first viewing

(In Shadorma 3/5/3/3/7/5 syllable format)