springtime paean

Fiction, 3/21/09

‘Twas fast approaching spring
one lazy, sun-washed day
when a cherry blossom lit upon
my slender shoulder blade.

I brushed it off,
turned up my face,
and glimpsed a thousand more.

Nearby, a bough shorn off by storms
lay twisted in the grass.
Buds bloomed despite their distal state;
their end came yet to pass.

I halved the branch
and took one home,
with plans to propagate.

In time this twig did root and grow
into a stately tree;
its blooms bespeak an end to winter:
Come love, come flowers, come glee!

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