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Blossom Leaves

There is nothing quite like
driving through twilight on late Spring evenings
as pear blossom, past its first bloom
falls like snow in a moonlit blizzard
then slips past.
I am driving at speed: not a deliberate act.
Its the way things stray from automatic mode
when your mind is elsewhere and not on the road.
I slow. Petals flow thick and fast.
Soon chlorophyll flooded leaves darken,
the park shrouded in summer’s sweat,
blossom long swept aside.
If only nature would maintain
the dreamscape
it so readily throws away.

14 Apr 19

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