above the weeping willow tree, the blue sky
shimmers with shrills from black ravens, heralding
the season of tiny crowns & catkins & blossoms
emerging with dazzling sunset of pinks and reds
my window frames a day of popping colors-
above the weeping willow tree, the blue sky
trills along with robins in building their nests
while magnolia trees perfume the air with vengence -
it's the season of tiny crowns & catkins & blossoms
sun-painted as dandelions or star-dusted as sakura
i swoon as if i have never seen flowers in my life
under the weeping willow tree. the blue sky
transforms my words into daisy-chain verses
turning all my empty boxes into seedling pods
it's the season of tiny crowns & catkins & blossoms
the morning light evokes a joyful sigh
as trees regain their leaves & tulips begin to bud -
above the weeping willow trees, the sky blues -
it's season of tiny crowns & catkins & blossoms
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Our city is bursting with cherry blossoms trees, magnolia trees and catkins from the weeping willow trees. Outside my "office", the birds are building their nests (under the balcony), and the ravens have returned. I love the spring season.