A poem found me in a blossom filled sky

Pink, frilly, loveliness silhouetted against a cloudy blue sky,

You frame my world as I pass you by.

I stand underneath you, drop my head back and look up,

I love looking at you this way, dear blossom tree, you always fill my cup.

                                                                © Deborah Jackson April 2012

Poetry Inspiration

Pops of yellow paint a scene,

Bobbing heads on stalks of green.

Silent authors of stories yet to be spoken,

Inspire the pages of a heart awoken.

Dancing in the wind, caressing a child’s fingers,

Your beauty brief, but eternally lingers.

Mother of Spring, I know we soon will part,

Your wind scattered words, leave a stain upon my heart.

                                         © Deborah Jackson March 2012