Fallen blossoms coat the grass, the streets,
Petals float into my open window,
I am guided here
by something larger
than my own design,
So I will wait
Pale pink mixes with random raindrops,
Wind stirs up the mix and sets it down,
Pale green emerges on the trees
where pink has fallen,
In a little while, I guess,
I’ll head for home
This is a street with cars, with lawns, with houses,
Not many people though, this time of day,
The petals make their way
in silent offering,
life-gift to earth,
a blessing that will stay.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 3, 2014
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