The Cherryflower

Cherry Blossoms Adrift

Pink petals passing

Scents above so high

Painted porcelain perfection

Blossoms caress the sky

Swaying silent shroud

Suitors strolling by

Pink petals passing

Lover's gentle sigh

Pastel hues falling

Slow fluttering grace

Pink petals passing

Lining streams in lace

Pink petals passing

Smoothest transit by

Soft essence floating

In most subtle lullaby

Inducing springtime slumber

Upon a satin shore

Sailing with the current

Pink petals pass before

(1999) Mary Fumento

There are pink (wild) Cherryflowers and white ones. I found this poem and like it even if I dont understand all of it. Today I biked to a Pancake house with Mussie to visit our friend Stefan who worked there. And we saw a wild Cherrytree. I so love all those trees. I am still a little furstrated that the trees in Witzenhausen where not so far. :-(((