Cherry Blossom's Bloom
My native tongue,
twirls to the tune of love-
La, La... La, La...
La... La,
swaying... swaying... swayed...
She swayed, bare branches
perchance to bud,
to quiet, to slumber,
to stop-
silver glossed, satin stones
Cherry Blossom's Bloom.
Lady pink perfume sprinkles
tiny green,
baby blue-drop,
drops
darkened earth quench-
Her sweetness,
opens mouth to sky, she melts
she mingles red clovers’ smile
while the heavens open
and deeply beguile-
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet, 2015
My native tongue,
twirls to the tune of love-
La, La... La, La...
La... La,
swaying... swaying... swayed...
She swayed, bare branches
perchance to bud,
to quiet, to slumber,
to stop-
silver glossed, satin stones
Cherry Blossom's Bloom.
Lady pink perfume sprinkles
tiny green,
baby blue-drop,
drops
darkened earth quench-
Her sweetness,
opens mouth to sky, she melts
she mingles red clovers’ smile
while the heavens open
and deeply beguile-
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet, 2015
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