like a young flower
slowly stretching it's petals
poetry blooms
When Fragile Blossoms Fall,
Gentle winds stir the leaves and summer calls
Now, when morning dew settles on the lawn.
We meet again, when fragile blossoms fall,
From this; a promise of a future drawn.
On your return, hope in new seasons cast
When the blackbird’s song breaks the silent dawn
And the long winter of your absence passed,
From your loss, this new summer’s promise born.
If your stay be shorter than a winter’s day,
And the slow passing hours no comfort give,
Leave, let me in memory’s cavern’s stay
And forlorn hope in deep labyrinths live.
Stay; let old fading memory depart,
Let bright hope then in future seasons start.
Barry Stebbings
July 2026
"Broken vows are like broken mirrors" — Richard Paul Evans*
Blossoms on Broken Glass
In one bright spring we met beneath the trees,
Where wind moved light through blossoms in the air,
You held my hands in mesmering rain’s tease.
My heart ran wild, a horse with no restraint,
Your smile made every shadow turn to light,
Our souls like cherry blossoms in the rain.
You pressed my cold hands to your chest so near,
And swore you’d stay with me through endless days,
“Return to me through all the passing years.”
“A thousand springs, and I will still be true,”
But time moved on, my hair turned grey with tears,
You never came, the promise broke in two.
Now Cheerblossom covers vows beneath my feet,
A life without love is desert without rain,
I dance alone where spring and silence meet.
tokyo's beauty
people celebrate their bloom
cherry blossoms fall
A dandelion flower crowns
the earth,
As taproots plunge through
subterranean night.
Imbibing deep to birth this
brilliant light,
An incandescent, fierce,
vernacular birth.
The emerald leaves unfold in
emerald grace.
To shield the blooming
blossoms as they rise,
Reflecting summer's bright,
celestial skies,
A brief illumination in this
space.
Then transformation claims
the glowing head,
A silver galaxy of gossamer
strands.
With pappus wings above
the fertile lands,
Where microscopic destinies
are spread.
The fleeting seeds, in
aerodynamic flight,
Disperse to claim the
darkness for the light.
In the cool, damp breeze of early dawn,
the courtyard lay silent, as if asleep.
Suddenly, the fallen jasmine blossoms smiled softly and said—
“Why have you left me lying on the ground like this?”
The courtyard breathed in silence and replied—
“You were once a star of the sky,
a dream that spread fragrance in the darkness of night.
I am only your final shelter.”
The blossoms said in a shy tone—
“Final?
Does everything that ends still carry such sweet fragrance?”
The courtyard smiled faintly,
as the morning light fell gently along the walls—
“Fallen flowers are the most beloved.
When they are on the tree, people only look at them,
but when they fall to the ground, the heart feels them.”
A soft, moist breeze arrived
and made the jasmine petals tremble.
They asked again—
“Then am I lost?”
The courtyard replied with tenderness—
“No, you are memory.
The childhood hidden in a mother’s lap,
the morning of prayers,
and the fragrance of someone’s silent love.”
Then both fell into silence.
Only the morning sun
gently kissed the fallen jasmine blossoms,
and the courtyard opened its heart
to embrace that lingering fragrance.
cherry blossoms blush~
the wind steals a first kiss
from swaying branches
"May, queen of blossoms, and fulfilling flowers,
what pretty music shall we charm the hours?"
~ Lord Edward Thurlow
Lily of the valley
charming me
Little hawthorns blossom
Look awesome
Lilacs, irises bloom
No more gloom
Nature's music ranting
Enchanting
Exhilarating scene
May's the queen.
May, queen of blossoms, and fulfilling flowers, what pretty music shall we charm the hours?" - Lord Edward Thurlow
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May, queen of blossoms, month of flower blooms
With medley of hues and scents dispel glooms
Sweet entwining between spring of rebirth
And looming season of manhood on earth
When the world awakens in vibrant green
When gentle warmth creates a joyous scene
When robins sing their lovely songs on trees
And the cheeks are caressed by gentle breeze
I chant your glory with quills of my pen
For showering hope and joy on all men.
Beneath the hush of a silvered dawn,
Where breath hangs briefly, then is gone,
The garden keeps its secret still—
A silence deeper than the chill.
Once petals trembled in the light,
Soft as a whisper, warm as sight;
Now every bloom, in crystal bound,
Speaks not in scent, but form profound.
Each frozen rose, each stilled embrace,
Holds time within its fragile face;
No wind disturbs, no bee draws near,
Yet something living lingers here.
For in the frost, there lies a trace
Of sunlit days and vanished grace;
A memory etched in icy thread,
Of colors lost, not truly dead.
O winter’s art, so stern, so kind,
You still the world, yet shape the mind;
In quiet loss, new sight is sown:
That beauty lives, though overthrown.
And when the thaw begins to start,
It will not wake the bloom alone,
But something deeper in the heart,
That knew the flower through the stone.
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And when the thaw begins to start,
It will not wake the bloom alone,
But something deeper in the heart,
That knew the flower through the stone.
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*¥ ** ¥ * ¥** cherry tree and me
¥ **¥ **¥ ¥* ¥ petals falling on my cheeks~
***\\ ¥ */ ¥ spring's precious pink pearls
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Cockatiels coo in the early quiet,
their crest feathers catching the faintest color,
morning moving toward me with a memory-soft touch.
Cherry blossoms loosen their light petals,
each one falling like a long-kept moment,
soft signs slipping across the path of who I was.
Spring steps gently back onto the land,
stirring stillness I’d almost grown used to,
a season slowly offering its sweet beginning again.<
japanese blossoms
swaying in motion of breeze
floating in beauty
Jesus I love you
I love you so much Jesus
You freed me from my own madness
You saved me from my own evil
I wish only to make you proud of me
I only want to be your best friend forever
I love you Jesus
I remember that you Jesus are great and always restore me
Trust in you Jesus forever
Hey I am Yours Jesus forever
I never knew you Love me so much Jesus
Cherry Blossoms and Oak side by side
Love Agape guides our hearts our friend is great and He is awesome
Thank You God for everything you have done for us all
I Thank You God for this new day and for all the ones you are with today
I know you are with us You are God With us
My Diamond of Czechia is Your best friend too I know that Jesus
Today and every day I first Give you Praise Jesus
Next I surrender myself to you Lord Jesus always every second
nature always shows
amazing so pretty things
look at cute blossoms
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