Their Perfume Lingers
Petals fall
Diaphanous
White
As new laid snow
Drift
On the breeze
Bleeding brightly
Melting red
Softly pink
Pearlescent
The cherry stands
Bereft
Her branches
Darkly reaching
Splayed
Across the sky
Beseeching
She weeps
Fragrant tears
That obliterate
The shadows
Such a gentle loss
Undefined grief
Unspoken sorrow
Cycles repeating
The seasons turn
Relentlessly
Petals fade
Into the dirt
Crushed underfoot
Ever transient
Yet their perfume
Lingers
On the wind
© Ann Bagnall 2016.
Beautiful *^* great poem!
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