Cherry Blossoms
By Wanda Springer
Cherry blossoms whirl in a freedom dance,
A meteor of pink and white across the sky.
They circle and dive, a playful school of fish,
Skittering as the breeze quiets,
Then leaping ahead with the next wind.
A mockingbird’s song is sharp then soft
Then sharp again, pacing the petals’ dance.
Of the countless blossoms the wind sets free,
One blossom for each of my years calls to me.
They are dancing and dying all at once.
Wonder merges with sadness in my soul.
The blossoms whisper,
“Be with us! Dance with us!
Love this moment. It’s all you have,
And it is glorious. Death is a mirage
For those who dance.”
Stone Buddha holds court
As pale-bright cherry blossoms circle.
They caress his gown
And alight like sprites on the pond.
A bee flies past my arm.
A wind chime tones.
I am a blossom, dancing.
