Walking along the sidewalk
I bump into a drooping branch,
the flower laden plum tree
filling the air with a song of soft color.
Stopped by her touch, I pause
in prayer for all she has given,
her pink snow beginning to fall,
showering the pavement with light.
Radiant… thanks & Blessings
Well said. I have often had similar feelings about the holiness of fruit tree blossoms, and about the offering of the fruit later. Such innocent generosity…
Best snow job evah!
Tender and beautiful!