And just like that, cherry blossom season is over. This year, the Sakura in Toronto's High Park put on a stunning, if all too brief, display.
Luminescent cherry blossoms in High Park |
Crowds gathered among the Sakura |
On the lawn, and on the path. Winter-weary, pandemic-fatigued humans everywhere! |
Cherry Blossoms: Just for Me
When did everyone discover
the cherry blossoms?
They used to be just for me
Petals of white like floating clouds
a shimmer of pink on the breeze
Beauty as told in fairly tales
transient as fast-fading dreams
The blossoms were my secret
held close and rarely shared
lavish for a week or two
and then no longer there
The blossoms were mine alone
although there for all to see
The busy cosmos a distraction
from the allure of a blooming tree
Then the world stopped.
Everyone retreated
into their heads and into their homes
Trapped by walls and suddenly idle
an ache growing in restless bones
Release arrived two years on
in the rush of restive crowds
free among the Sakura trees
and cherry blossom shrouds
Cherry blossoms on blue sky |
Beautiful blossoms |
Branches laden with flowers |
Too many blossoms to count |
A cherry blossom cloud |
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