One, two, three... ...
Tiny off-pink pedals
Waltz with breeze
Whirling
Slow...
Fast...
Floating
Up...
Down...
Swaying
Left...
Right...
Back...
Forth...
Lightly, very lightly
Gently, most gently
Silently, quite silently
Softly, so softly
Falling into earth
Dreaming
...
- Author: myself and me ( Offline)
- Published: April 30th, 2020 13:28
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 24
Comments4
At the gated entry to our local titled member of the village there is a Prunus which is shedding its petals right now. Walked past it today and despite the drizzle the scene was stunning - a gravelled roadway turned pink. Love the poem which took me right back there.
I have one Sakura tree in my front yard. I would lost myself when watching the petals falling, Thank you.
What a wonderful petally picture you pen of the time when pink covers the ground - -- it must be great to stand and watch that waltz in the breeze.
The rain of petals can be so wonderful and so inspiring.
Andy
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