(If words were allowed I'd include this poem for you to read. Note the blossoms on the street under the flowering plum tree in my neighborhood.)
IN EARLY APRIL
by Ted Kooser
A tree in blossom is a passing cloud
that floats from some warmer place
then slows and snows itself away,
a blizzard of petals that will take
your breath away if you are there,
aware of what's about you, petals
in drifts on the sidewalk, each
with a delicate fragrance that sticks
to the toe of your shoe as you scuff
your way along. All this can occur
in the space of a day, even an hour.
Can you be present when it happens
or will your thoughts have skipped off
into summer and the life beyond?
(Source: The Wonder of Small Things: Poems of Peace and Renewal edited by James Crews)
