A Bed of Pink Petals

One April day when spring was in the air, I stepped outside so I might relish it. I came upon a cherry tree so fair, beneath its limbs I was enticed to sit. I fell to sleep inhaling fragrant bliss - the vision of the tree still in my brain. I dreamed one sweet, pink petal, like a kiss, fell on my cheek, and soon there was a rain. . . A rain of lovely silken blossoms! Then they softly made a pile upon the ground. Warm wind embraced me; that’s the moment when I woke to pink resplendence all around! Upon a bed of petals I then lay. Inside a dream I had no need to stay! For the Dreams poetry contest of Nayda Ivette Negron