memory of next summer

I don't see Cherry blossoms like
Ishikawa Jozan did,
but I see what he means because,...
With Visions of pine needles all
over the Ground,
Sunshine Filling my eyes....
Leaves all raked up and piled into
the mulching bin along with
sycamore, oak, popcorn,
many grains of soil, and myriads of
things invisible to the eye;
Now that the earth is swept clean by
winter's icy wind and boney
bones feel the pain of passing years,
I remember the pleasure of
walking barefoot on carpets of
fallen pine needles and smile with
the memory of the coming summer next.