Yesterday was the beginning of the National Cherry Blossom Festival in Washington, described as the country’s greatest celebration of spring.
But today, the District woke up to snow falling on sakura.
The cognitive dissonance of it all inspired a haiku from me this morning:
Snow gently falling
Mingling with white petals
Winter meeting spring
Okay, so I’m no Basho, but I felt this rare snowfall in late March was worthy of commemoration.