I wasn’t going to write about cherry blossoms this week.
With such a plethora of vibrant spring flowers all in bloom, there was supposed to be plenty of other things to write about. And there was.
The beginning of a new school year brought new school placements, which in turn provided plenty of fresh school scenes and unknown-to-me neighborhoods.
But everywhere, at every school, on every street, on every block, in every piece of open space, there were cherry trees—their blossoms varying from soft to deep pink, from early bloom to full bloom to past bloom.
And so, despite my intentions, they found their way once again into my poems.
(1)
full cherry bloom
dancing in the wind and rain
goodbyes come to soon
(2)
looking in the grass
beneath the magnolia tree
for Thumbelina
(3)
in the morning
I watch a thick fog rise
from my students’ eyes
(4)
cocky schoolboys
draw lines in the sand
dodgeball time
(5)
with a toothless smile
an old woman in the street
sweeps fallen petals
(6)
at the river’s edge
underneath a pale blue sky
pink pink and more pink
(7)
amongst spring flowers
tiny crimson maple leaves
begin their journey
As always, thank you for reading.