leiru13

I lay under the cherry tree
full of blooms; heavy and snowing
petals ephemeral
reminiscent of my romances
how they last only so long
but so stunning I remember them
all year.
This old one is a shade tree,
and under it I hide from
burning Father Sun.
What has it fostered, how many
women in love have sat
from year to year
as I do watching the passing
of the blossoms;
let them float and fall
speckling their bodies
knowing histories like my own?
Feeling organic here
near ancient roots,
we have all contemplated lives
as lovers,
as mothers,
growing old sitting beneath shade trees
in beds of ephemeral petals.