May Morning (Poetry)

15th April 2018
Sweet blossom fades outside my kitchen window
life seeded deep within each withered heart
breeze tugs at petals turned to pink/grey paper
I watch the drifting pastel snows depart

It comes and goes too soon — this flighty season
warming through — discarding Winter’s glove
the blushing skin exposed to kissing weather
Spring melts away — as fleeting as first love

The leaves are left to grow alone surviving
sun and rain — come drought or hurricane
such histories lie ringed in time’s dim chambers —
each budding thought my tree forgot to name