Beneath the blooming cherry tree
A blossom fluttered down to me
It slipped into my open hand
And rested there as light as air
And I wept for the past
As my heart travelled back
To the last time I held
Something so beautiful
Your hand -
It used to fit with mine
It was smaller, younger
But you did not mind
When we together walked beneath
Springtime blooming cherry trees
Blossoms caught your breezy hair
We breathed the sweetest late-March air
But when you dropped my hand
I squoze tighter
At nothing
You were gone
That fist stayed closed
It would not open
I missed you much
I felt so broken
Then I found hope
A'last unclenched my fist
For today the blooming cherry tree
Shared this secret thought with me
I must live with open hand
If another blossom is to land
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Rhyme & Reason - Poetry
PoesieTwenty poems you won't want to miss. "I wrote a book of rhyme and reason, of simple words for time and season." A best-of compilation, containing selected entries from my previous works: Poems of the Left Hand, Spring and Light, and Ecru Skies. Also...
