Death of a Cherry Blossom

The flowers lie on the ground,
petals strewn like beautiful corpses
in the battle of love,
pink and glorious for one last day
until rain or sun claim their beauty
and leave only the shells.

But they are here now,
still stunning
to anyone who chooses to stop
and look.

About this poem. 

I think too often we loose the passion for beauty in those closest too us. We forget to look. We forget to tell them. And we forget that we ourselves have a beauty. We forget to look, Or we forget how. Or we forget where our beauty really lies.

The picture was taken in Washington DC, where the Cherry Blossoms are no longer on the trees, but they are not quite gone…. if you look for them.

Tom