blossoms

the big tree in front of Mom's house.

nature yet lives,

in a small town.

the apricot tree blooms,

like so much popcorn,

this bittersweet spring.

it's fragrance awakens

an olfactory memory,

of warm cobbler on Sunday,

from a simpler time.

Author's Note

An attempt at a poetry form i don't know the name of.


photo by Moi.

Reviews

[Penlady]

How gorgeous! I'm not up on all the poetry forms but am learning. I'd say your poem is free style, straight from the heart and full of deep feeling. It is the basis for many poet's beginnings. Just lovely, John, delicate and touching. I can see and feel it. The fragrance is breathtaking.

[Mauricio Montoya]

I can relate to this piece in many ways it take me back when life was simply no worriers and carefree.
Excellent write.

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. stunning picture ... vivid and haunting poetry ... i loved the expression "from a simpler time" especially ... it says so much ...