We will meet under the cherry tree
That graces the front lawn,
Where you whimsically threw your books,
Stretching beneath its blossom-laden bough.
Let us find some sprigs,
Loosened here and there,
Combining our bouquets
To adorn the sitting room.
Ensconced by silken pink tufts,
I wait each year for you.
As falling petals skim my hair,
I envision blooms of long ago.
© Shelly Sitzer, 2014
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| Cherry blossoms Photo by Tony Russell |
