Apple Blossoms

AppleBlossoms
Photo from our porch.

They spring beneath each drop of rain,
sway joyfully in a passing breeze,
first pink, then white, then open, then gone …
… each blossom would become tree.

Nothing more precious, nor quite as brilliant,
as bright and charming can be found,
as amid apple blossoms where rain just stops …
… then sun rests briefly in each one.

Across the way these trees are boundless,
bright as novas in the sky.
But here we rest, in shade, in shadow …
… helpless as our petals fly.

 

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