spring blossoms

a poem to honour both old and new, dead and born, lost and rediscovered.

A painting of spring blossoms
Burst upon my doorstep
One winter’s morning,
From across the blue oceans.

Oh, that was the day
I composted the remains
Of an old friendship—
One that unsettled my soft petals

Now, these blossoms and I
Sleep beside each other,
An ode to the beauty
Of welcoming all seasons