Blossoms Blow in the Wind
By David Smith May 4, 2010
Picture: Great Grandparents of the parking poet
The pedals, like snow, as it’s blown from the trees
Reminds me of marriage on humble knees
The beautiful blossoms, the attractiveness of spring;
Birds and the bees and pollination has its fling.
Then the trees in greens of summer;
And the pedals, blown all around and under;
The glamour gone; pollination took place
Now the family, off springs we face.
In the harvest the leaves are ripe
And fruit is picked and what a sight.
The blossoms of spring forever gone;
Grandma and grandpa their pedals have shone;
Now they see the beauty of the young;
The blossom of their youth, their day was sung.
Pedals, like snow, as it blows from the trees;
Youthfulness of childhood; memories come with ease