Spring breezes kiss the blossoms.
Petals blow and drift
as this season's snow.
Changing air currents pick up blossoms
from the tulip tree
and drop them on the driveway
like wet spring snow hitting with a plop.
They stay where they fall,
a fairy circle of purple and white.
The sun yellow
of daffodils is for a moment
a thousand smiling faces
all too soon to wither awkwardly
Violet bravely send
up great leaves of green
for a fitting setting
for the gentle blue flowers
soon to retreat in summer sun.
The blushing red new leaves
of the rose bushes
soon will be military green
The tender yellow green
of the weeping willow
turns summer green.
The lilac tree gives a smell
of spring before fading
Spring so anticipated,
with so much promise.
Over so soon
to be anticipated again.
Of all the seasons
only winter is not disappointingly short.