Poems Writings

cherry blossoms

“What a strange thing!
to be alive
beneath cherry blossoms.”
Kobayashi Issa, Poems

they perch plush

and plum

on the tree branches

that used to stare

naked to the sky

 

dipped in

giggling pink

and

chuckling white

cherry blossoms smell like the dirt

after fresh rain

 

new

beginnings

 

new

life

 

fresh

hope

 

they suckle

on the warming

sun rays

under the burning gold

that pierces the dead

out of the alive

 

spring is my favourite time

 

 

what’s your favourite thing about spring?

 

 

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17 Comments

  1. Such a wonderful and refreshing poem!!!!! Delightful!!!!! Great photo, too! 💙

    1. Thank you, Patty 💜💜

  2. What a beautiful poem!

    1. Thank you x

  3. I love watching the world come alive in spring! Plants seem to grow by inches per day.

    1. It is such a joy, indeed!

  4. So wonderfully written, very refreshing, as I love Cherry Blossoms. They scream Spring.
    Yonnie💜🙏

    1. Thank you 💜 x

      1. You are very welcome 💜🌸

  5. I had a cherry tree for many years and the blossoms were my favorite part of spring.

    1. Oh, what a joy!

  6. Lovely poetry, I can smell the Spring already 🙂

    1. Thank you x

  7. One of the things I miss about living in the Pacific Northwest is all the cherry blossoms.

    As for Spring, it’s my least favorite season by far. Springs where I am are cold, wet, muddy, miserable things – like a worn-out politician.

    1. Spring is the beginning of the ending of winter 😀

      1. If we could just skip Spring and go right to Summer I’d be perfectly happy 🙂

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