Cherry Blossoms

by Caroline Whalley

Raining petals, floating defying gravity, filmy chiffon, 
Ahead of leaves, buds behind flower-lets,
A few days before sticks and scrags of tree bones are hidden,
Are we in time, on schedule, with Japan?
As natures sprites, believing sacred power’s not heathen.

Day 10, of what will be a ‘one a day’ poem. By the end of April 2021, 30 poems will create a series written throughout the month of April 2021. Each poem covers a fragment, a snippet taken consecutively throughout a day.

I am so lucky! I live in a hidden oasis – Hanger Hill Garden Estate in West London, this time of year the estate is covered in daffodils, remains of crocuses and cherry blossoms, white pink and very dark cerise

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