Almond Blossoms
May I compare you to the almond blossoms beheld in spring? But I wouldn’t like to objectify you for its fragility does not capture your liveliness.
May I compare you to the summer sun? But your warmth shines without burning my skin, your humility and gentleness make the boisterous sun ever envious.
May I then compare you with the moon? For you are as mysteriously divine, a pure incandescence. Yet you are much more vibrant and restless for a sad, solemn moon.
A breeze caresses the pink dahlias and verdant foxtails resisting yet ever gentle, coy in its succumbing. Or the tenacious stream, vigorous and eager irrepressible seeping from the crevices of stones overflowing dominating. I see a fragment of you at every turn of spring so ever lasting so ever green
-Reminders of you