Almond Blossom

Touching down upon this page Drift petals on the breeze If only one word, one little phrase Would come with such ease Yet never could I hope to pen As good or sweet a moral As those most lovely sentiments Found among the floral Brief as a haiku, almonds bloom And as sacred as a psalm They wax and wane with the snow moon Amen, selah, and so on White blossoms like wildfire blaze Across the hills of home Across the hills of my heart, this page And this poem.