pink petals fly

Hi, friends!

I love cherry blossoms in the springtime.

They carry such fragrant resonance for me of true natural beauty… but they’re time in bloom is ephemeral. So, in other ways, they remind me of the frailty of life. And in other ways the frailty of faith.

More than anything, they remind me to be present. To live more in the moment. To enjoy beauty while it lasts. And to recall that beauty throughout the rest of the year. So, I suppose, that could pertain to faith as well?

I’m no authority on such weighty matters as faith and would rather leave those decisions (and intepretations) up to you as you read this poem.

Please let me know your thoughts and feelings in the Comments Section below.

-PS Conway ☘ ☘ ☘

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pink petals fly

Easter stroll ‘long gray

lakeside promenade

cherry blossoms bloom

stark ‘gainst gloomy scrim

petals fall like snowflakes

each custom-made  

graceful colors cascade

yet storm clouds loom

beauty resurrected

still destined to die

memories of heaven

tossed to the winds

all fades to gray

tears rain from the sky

recalls once a Savior

as pink petals fly

4 comments

    1. Me either, Wendy. Just felt this poem thematically fit the day for some folks who are… but arguably could have stood alone on any other day, too. LOL… thank you so much for the wonderful comment! Cheers 🌸🙏🍷🌹✨💙

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