(the Cherry Blossom's Out)

The cherry blossom's out to brighten city streets
and daffodils all shout that spring is here to greet
the trees, about to burst in bud and leaf and bloom,
that bring us all relief from winter's hateful gloom.

The cherry blossom's out and scattered in a drift
all down the busy road, a welcome petalled gift
resembling winter snow, all soft and white and light
but not so cruel and cold, this cheerful, happy sight.

The cherry blossom's out, so simple clean and pure
before it starts to fall upon the road's rough floor
but, even in the crush of traffic's trundling wheels,
its bloom brings us a blush of beauty, which appeals.

The cherry blossom's out and floats upon the breeze
which toys with every branch upon the cherry trees
in cheerful playfulness on this soft, spring-like day,
an early splash of white before the buds of May.

Thursday, March 26, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: spring
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