BLOSSOMS


BLOSSOMS IN HER HAIR

She wore a blossom in her hair,

A symbol of her love,

Telling me without words

That she was always there

And in the mood for love.

Each blossom represented

Her passion and to what degree,

From white to deep red,

Clues easy for me to see.

Just one quick glance

Gave me a chance,

To compose myself.

If loving her was a crime,

I always needed more time

To calm down and think of romance.

I’m sure others knew her intent.

When the blossom was crimson

And the air was full of love’s scent

We went out in the evenings,

Her complete flavor and taste,

Mine to enjoy fully without waste.

I’ll always remember how our love

Grew stronger each time we met,

Inspired by blossoms I could never forget,

Color coded for the rest of my life.

Color coded by my lover, my sweetheart, my wife.

June 17, 2017

 

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While Blossoms Are Exploding


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The air is alive with angels as they are gathering,

 Sweet nectar from the blossoms exploding,

Don’t you hear them humming and singing?

 I do, but I am under the trees quietly lying,

As they zip about, to and fro, always watching,

Even in the trees their shadows are glowing,

Occasionally one will stop to see how I’m doing,

Then about her work she’ll be going,

I’ll try not to notice when pollen is sticking,

And shiny and golden in the sky they’re flying,

The pollen looking like gold dust as they’re shaking,

As they return spinning to earth I’m laughing,

About the beauty of spring they’re still praising,

It’s such a joy, don’t you think, to be listening,

 As they hum and sing while blossoms are exploding?

Frozen in Full Bloom


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The cherry trees were in full bloom,

A swath of pink blossoms too early, too soon,

It has only been a week since the snow fell,

And my life changed from heaven into a cold hell,

Why am I lying here staring into that soft pink?

Why do I feel so paralyzed that it’s hard to even think?

Why is it that the things that should be so very right,

Become issues of the heart, wounds and tears in the night?

I cannot close my eyes for I see you now with him,

Remember my rage when I said he couldn’t be your friend?

Of course, you didn’t know that I was suspicious long ago,

And followed you one night as you braved the driving snow,

“Off to take care of my sick sister, her temperature is so high,”

You whispered you loved me and then kissed me goodbye,

Of course, the cherry trees were budding, covering up your lie,

They were promising spring too early, Somehow I could tell,

And your pink lips looking inviting, inviting me to hell,

Did you think my love was too thin, like the ice upon the pond?

Or did his love touch your heart, and fuel your fires to bond?

Did you think I would stand idly by, while you took your time to choose?

 I’ve got my pride, I don’t think I’ll wait, even if I lose,

You say you will always love me even though you don’t really “love” me,

He added spice to your life, made your love easy to feel and see,

But should you decide you need stability, just ring my warning bell,

With flowers and sweets I’ll escort you down, to my life in my cold, cold hell.

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