Spring lays waste to winter,
for the sun shines once again.
Blossoms bud, bloom, and blow about, yet we feel a chill again.
We are immersed in the season as we consider the times to come.
The Coming Spring
Tag: blossoms
Blossoms
Blossoms colour the landscape,
walking along to the sound of rain.
Blossoms move and drip slowly,
lost in the reverie of petal colour.
Blossoms blush colourful shades
as the raindrops
playfully touch
soft petals.
Haiku: Unknown Flower
in the autumn wind
fluffy pink flowers blossom
from hidden places
Blossom and Bone
Under the soil;
You lay under the soil surrounded by the sounds of insects moving and water soaking into the soil.
Under the soil, there is a wooden box.
You lay in the wooden box with roses that once blossomed and bloomed, yet now the roses lay in petrified pieces upon your chest.
Under the soil alone:
You remain perfect in your chest of what once bloomed so beautiful and bright.
Under the soil, you are blossom and bone;
You remain silent and still as the stars and the moon sing their song to you.
C & K 