…is a petal sweet
We have something
that only love itself
can comprehend
we search constantly
for beauty
for the encountering
of each other
where in the moment
all memories
will return to us again
each remembrance
is a petal sweet
looking
for a place to fall
each fluttering softly
into the hand of time
ever so gently
where it is crushed
filling the air
with fragrance
transient and familiar
we pass
into our dreams
once more
it is not a departure
to anywhere
but it is always
always, an awakening
© Ann Bagnall
2014
Annie's Poetry 
Love this poem Ann, beautifully written.. I also, for some reason have a connection to cherry blossoms. Every spring I wait and watch the buds bloom and I cry when they all fall like snow.
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Thanks Antony – I have always had a bit of a thing for cherry blossoms – they evoke a lot of thoughts and pictures for me – I found out by accident one day a while back that my father also loves them and uses pictures of them for his PC wallpaper – he later found out that one of my sisters seems to also have a thing for them – none of us being in places where we see cherry blossoms much at all!
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