As The Last Petal Falls

I recline with my cherry tree musings… a fountain of blossoms cherub cheek complected rise and curve from the ground up into a heaven and cloud scene to spread in splendor a festoon of blooms like cumulus puffs plucked from above and placed in tufts to fluff graceful branches plush with clusters the color of a young lady's blush captured within her maiden buds before she even knew how to bloom born of Nature’s wealth she is rich with ruffled flourish steeped with dawn’s diamond dew heaped with pollen-gold pursed within petal-pouches 'til unfurled like hooped petticoats —thriving with a thrill a celebration of flowering moments alive in beauty yet only for the lifespan of but a brief thought conjured by the cosmos she wears the luxe mantle of a romance regent a spring queen amongst the green but a reign not designed to last beyond the swoon of April's pink moon ..and I the lowly grateful grass beneath her class am charmed and soothed by the light coral fall of her confetti rain when her flowers relinquish control reach into their shared soul realizing it’s time to let go falling f a l l i n g from heights of her feminine fame a shower of rosy carnival streamers a dramatic-diva's curtain call ..and I the lowly grateful grass beneath her shade am humbled by the melancholy of her fading beauty but I'm cheered to receive and wear her eye catching mantle to bear her vanilla scented love letters to the earth transforming me from the peasantry of chlorophyll-tame transforming me from the mundane to the ordained for in this moment as you gaze upon me —these plain blades of grass even I a m enchanting as the gift of the last pink petal falls