Fleeting beauty
By Kirli Saunders
Published 19 June 2017
Single blossom
upon cherry tree,
how lonely it must be
to lie awake
through the night
wondering
if there is another
for you.
Bracing cold and wind,
awaiting tender touch,
and the blush
of cheeks like plums.
To lament the fragile,
familiar petals,
never met
and ever
missed.
To know
that your day
will soon come
and to bloom
anyway.