Poem: A Carpet of Pink Blossoms

Photo by Rita Bourland © May 2013

A Carpet of Pink Blossoms

A carpet of pink blossoms

Lies on the ground

Like the softest snow of winter,

Covering impurities with a blanket

Of downy comfort,

Vibrant hues catch the eye

Drawing thoughts from worldly woes

To those of tender wonder,

A sight that lasts for just one day

Before the gusts carry it away,

Casting blossoms here and there

On a magic carpet ride

To another place and time,

I stop and sigh

Wondering at beauty such as this,

And other things I miss

When hurrying on my way each day,

If a child I could be again,

I’d make an angel

In the fallen blooms,

And others who pass

Would know

The reason why

And smile.