yesterday last spring.

still sitting, sometimes threads of blossom trees

trail lanes of pale petals; they float modestly,

beautifully to the floor, picked up

by hooves gone by. They float as if memories

taken hostage by the wind, so far, so long.

we might find them again one day.

Reviews

[Karli]

beautiful imagery for such a short poem! I love this:)

[Nobody.]

perfect....love it! the visuals and sense of longing strikes me at the core. a favorite of yours.