cherry tree next door

 a poem

Today it rains blossoms–

small, white petals

that spread their wings

and fly through gray air 

like they’re happy to be free. 

They come in gusts 

and tumble to the ground, 

wedging themselves between

blades of grass and

curly hair and

curious chicken beaks. 

Summer snow, we call it, 

for the ground is

peppered with heavenly white

for a whole day. 

Today it rains blossoms, 

tomorrow it will rain.