yet the plum trees
have begun to blossom;
blush, pink petals
awaken from their sleep,
floating lightly
on cradles
of mocha-latte branches.
Soon, as days float by,
the entire tree
will become regal,
adorned in a long gown
of delicate pink flowers
with droplets of water pearls.
This should be the year
we finally take the rare
on cradles
of mocha-latte branches.
Soon, as days float by,
the entire tree
will become regal,
adorned in a long gown
of delicate pink flowers
with droplets of water pearls.
This should be the year
we finally take the rare
moment-in-time photo
standing beneath the plum.
Aged hands
and years intertwine,
Aged hands
and years intertwine,
our middle-aged bodies
mimic the tree’s posture.
Pearlescent bones
hold us upright
as our love continues
hold us upright
as our love continues
to blossom and grow.
Sandy Benitez is the founding editor of Poppy Road Review. Her recent chapbooks include Autumn Wonders, Winter in the Bones, and Cherry Blossom Days.
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