Tuesday, June 05, 2007

Spring Reign

As fallen blossoms paint the ground
beneath a windswept tree
the whiteness is at once profound
in shades of amnesty
and dancing limbs emit a sound
that whispers wistfully
lamenting how it once was crowned
but now must leave it be.


ozymandiaz said...

ah, the passage of youth

HouseMouse said...

Just another crossroad on the road to summer. I always enjoy your nature poems as well.


rch said...

yes oz, nuff said

hi shirl, thanks!