Poetry Corner: Blossom Bride

 by Jim Farfaglia


Once a year she appears,

this spring bride all aglow;

ready to take her vows again

just beyond my kitchen window.


Oh, how her white gown shines

next to new and ever-greens;

the gray of winter fading fast,

her blossoms pure as dreams.


She stands with arms reaching,

joyful to marry this season;

we witnesses, content to wait,

for joy is the best of all reasons.

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