a weightless blossom fell with gravity
waning as it span
almost dancing
its entire downward spiral
so compelling, the self-propelling

the shock of spring
buds
just buds
blooming
and then being

so soft the petals
gingerly fluttering
nearing the ground
but facing the sky
must look up
to wave good bye

this blossom leaves its tree
grieving
the bare branch
bending
still disbelieving

flowers on a tree: a reprieve from winter its blooms blushing at the sun’s shy smile lilting gently in the warming wind so sweet i breathed in its pinkness felt my lungs swell one petal at a time

and so this is the way
the seasons change
each time it happens
it still feels strange