The blossoms dance on the breeze
drifting along like snowflakes
across my windows.
Some are pink and some are white
lazily they drift
on the currents of the breeze
underneath a simmering sun
the spring blossoms that I see.
Like fluffy feathery down
rising up towards the heavens
and the back down they come.
Tiny parasols drifting
across in the breeze
on a sunny day
the spring blossoms that I see.
29 May 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is an awesome poem, I loved it. I pray I can write like that. I give you a vote of 10. Best wishes Nora