Dance of the Plum Blossom

A poem about the riotous dance of spring

White snow caresses my cheek
In a cascade of soft petals.

Spring announces herself,
Ready to pick up her sweet dance.

I await,
My dance card empty
Of all but the sweet promise
Of her light step in my direction.

Copyright 2011

Reviews

[ice]

There is just something beautiful about the way the words "Plum Blossom" flows in a poem, or just off the lips in conversation.
Lovely poem95

[LoneWolf]

Romantic, delicate, and sublime, I really enjoyed the title and the concept of being enveloped in plump blossom snow flurries. Hmm I like how you didn’t overcrowd this with big words; it was flowery in an ornate kind of way *smiles*

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

and soon, very soon she will be here......so lovely!