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.

3 comments:

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.

Shirl

rch said...

yes oz, nuff said

hi shirl, thanks!