Peach blossoms all around, silently falling to the ground
Sunset clouds of pink, raining coral beauty, the eye to drink
Short the life, quick the bloom, delicate wafts of perfume
Listen in vain for their call, as in torrents petals fall
Behind fading beauty they leave, growing fruit of reprieve
Bursting nectar from the past, nourishment that will last
An old trade for knowledge made, the tree of life to touch forbade
A garden's gift, new buds on branches a pink snow skift
Nature's manna spread on trees, over parting grass seas
All things must pass away, in spring a new crop to display
And so tis with all life, beauty passes in the breezes of strife
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Spectacular imagery and impressive line of associations! Best wishes,
Thank you very much for your read and gracious comments they are valued and most appreciated
Dear, Soren,
Nature is peculiar in that nothing lasts forever and yet it's always there and as always in its four poetic forms - the seasons, especially so, your peach tree. A lovely poem of life, death and rebirth. Excellent.
Fond regards,
Tony.
Thank you Tony for reading this poem and your interpretation and most kind words. As always they are most appreciated.
Very relatable. Excellent work.
Thank you Thomas for your review and most generous words of support they are always appreciated
Beautiful poem
Thank you very much for your support it is appreciated
The beautiful cycle of nature is wrapped up in glorius imagery in this poem, I could wander here forever. Exquisite!
Dear Bella I thank you so much for your read and kind words
The poem explores the fleeting nature of beauty and life, using the imagery of peach blossoms to symbolize the transient moments that bring joy and nourishment. It reflects on the inevitability of change, the cycle of life, and the delicate balance between beauty and decay. The blossoms serve as a metaphor for life's ephemeral experiences, suggesting that while beauty is short-lived, it ultimately contributes to growth and renewal.
Thank you so much Friendship for your interpretation of the poem the is on point. It is most appreciated my friend
Soren, beautifully written…petals drifting, blossoms fading, fruit carrying what endures. It’s tender, ephemeral, and profoundly true of life itself. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Good one. The Cycle of life and Death.
Thank you Tristan yes indeed you are right but not just of physical live but the life of anything such as relationships.
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