Poetry Corner: Apple Blossoms

by Jim Farfaglia

They smile from slender branches,

happy to have survived the winter,

their sweet joy perfuming the air

whenever the wind happens through.

 

They drop off one by one

and gather on the new-green grass:

a fruit tree’s lucky coins,

tossed on a backyard wishing pond.

 

They look back at their yellow stars

still clinging to those limbs

and pregnant with the season’s harvest –

such a noble reason for a blossom’s falling.

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