It’s Haibun Monday, at DVerse, and Frank Tassone has suggested our poem alludes to cherry blossoms. Here in Michigan, it’s too early for anything to bloom… but I can dream.
The warmth of a spring day washes over me in a warm caress. Under the cherry tree, I breathe in the faint scent of vanilla, lilac and rose. A shower of petals falls to the sidewalk, leaving behind a mosaic of blooms.
warm winds gust... pink petals cascade lacy spring snow © Colleen M. Chesebro