Fresh from a trip in Japan and itching to paint, this image came to be together with the poem It's my first thought this morning
A remnant of last night's dream
It's the burst of sweetness
A remnant of bitterness—
The Sakura tea! I was thinking of the bygone blossoms
And the fire from the matsuri,
A symbol of rekindled passions
And the burning desire to create
And the spindles of self-doubt
Mirrored through my love's eyes
And the silent longing notes of
Debussy's moonlight