A pond garden under full bloom. Brush-stroke branches hold the top of the canvas while petals detach, tumble, ripple the pond, and pile into drifts. Your cursor is a spring breeze.
Cycle each line until the poem lands. Tradition counts 5-7-5; the garden accepts honest attempts.
The season word. Sakura means spring the way snow means winter — no explanation needed.
The cutting word that splits the poem in two. In English, a dash often does the work.
Negative space. What the poem refuses to say is where the reader enters.