3. Pink jowled cherry blossoms danced in the air; 1,2,3,4…5,6,7,8.
Freed pedals spun to the wet ground
having been born just a month earlier.
They were nurtured then softened by
buzzing kisses during a time when colors
didn’t fear each other as much as they do now.
2. Green partnered with white and brown talked to yellow.
Spunky films filled copious nights
after laughter intoxicated crisp days.
Almost thirty days of sunshine gave way
to one frosty shower that rinsed away the
powdered sugar we tasted at the start.
1. Not all the nectar is gone; there’s enough to sweeten smiles.
I don’t know what to say now though,
the weekend was long and I was waiting.
Hidden behind inebriated conversations
are the lanes of black arrows and white pins.
Don’t relinquish me by the coffee shop too long;
0. My seasoned feelings are entangled in your hair and fingers.