Ephemera
In just a week’s
time
The cherry blossoms
disintegrate
As quickly as they
bloomed
And Spring has not
even started
In the empty cul-de-sac
There are no
passers-by;
No eyes there are to
mourn
The rite of the falling
petals
So much beauty,
And no one to
smile, or even sigh;
Was it worth it,
I ask the blushing
blooms
As if in response,
A wild wind blows –
Even more petals chip
away
In brooding melancholy
And I watch the bees
That think not, and
move on
To flowers that still
hang on
As a single petal comes
and clings to me…
24th
August 2024
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