On a cloudy day I looked up and saw the sky
In disarray, cast down upon the cherry trees.
A haze of fog and stubborn mist obscured what they sought most:
The light, the sight, the warm embrace of a sunny evening’s rays.
Remember when we sat together there,
And talked about the future?
The blossoms were in full bloom
And anything was possible.
I smiled briefly and then frowned
Because I remembered you left today.
As I walked I thought the scent would be sweet as once before
But now it seems so bittersweet instead.
The flowers shrinking, petals peeling
How fleeting their time seems.
Yes, the petals fall today
Leaving branches briefly barren.
But one day we’ll chat and laugh again
Underneath the blooming cherry trees.
Illustration by LonPi
Dear Kurt, I truly enjoyed your poem and wanted to see more like this. I publish a magazine called Spiritual Botany that deals with plants and spirituality (www.spiritualbotany.com). Wonder if you would want to publish in this magazine.
praveen saxena
Hello Praveen,
Thank you for your comment! I am glad you enjoyed my poem. I would be thrilled to have my poem published in your magazine and I would be willing to contribute to future issues as well!
I hope this reaches you in time.
– Kurt De Leon (kurt_dl@hotmail.com)