Cherry Blossoms

Golden lanterns sway at the birth of late eve;

Fiery embankments, layers of emerald; a drifting petal; a fallen leaf;

Not an inch of blue seen, the stream peach and mauve;

The cold crystal speckled with pink and white; rimy sepals’ love.

Boughs bent, kissing the brook;

The orange bouquets ablaze…. In anticipation, they shook;

Dainty feet of spring, adorned with florets, step over chill’s threshold;

The enchanting hues so bold.

A land encased in the blushes of the air;

The allure… As inviting as the tints of a maiden’s lips ever fair;

They entice;

You have to pay a hefty price.

Lovely in dreams, yet deadly when eyes flutter open;

Akin to razors fine; flying across a glen;

A million blades of pearly wonder;

Fleeting fantasies are ripped asunder.

Landscapes of slaughter;

Lives that slip through fingers; fainter and fainter;

An entombment within impassioned Eastertide;

Swirling corolla of beautiful demise meted out; the environs sighed.

A little bird yellow;

Perches near the blooms mellow;

A tiny being;

But feisty and spirited, close to buds sleeping.