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| Cherry Blossoms - Brooklyn, NYC Botanical Garden |
Oval blossoms flirt, flush;
double flower this month of May -
as you hold my hand
beneath fleeting, fragile petals
held within cherry trees'
umbrella like palms.
We count double rows
of seventy-six,
yet bow to countless gnarled branches
sprouting elegant blooms -
whisper it's like walking within
Monet or Van Gogh;
a spiritual awakening of sorts;
of peace.
A faint aroma like a kiss,
an ache of desire - embraces us,
find it's easy to fall in love
beneath crowns of glorious pink.
by Margaret Bednar, March 5, 2016
You are invited to Listen: https://soundcloud.com/margaretbednar/cherry-esplanade
This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Kerry's Challenge - Let's Count on Our Fingers & Toes" A theme of numbers and numerology. 76 - did a little research and embedded what I learned into this poem. Thank you, dear Kerry, for FIVE years of this garden. It is a a place full of inspiration and people I cherish!
To walk in cherry bloom... Those are moment to long for, like being inside a painting. Wow
ReplyDeleteI am in love with this imagery. Excellent.
ReplyDeleteIt is not enough to describe the beauty of nature without making the connection between man and environment, on an emotive or even spiritual level. This is something you always achieve in your poems. I felt a part of the scene.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful to see these lovely blooms
ReplyDeleteWow! Perfect setting to fall in love...again & again :)
ReplyDeleteAnd your poem is an inspiration!
ReplyDeleteAh--I love cherry blossoms as I grew up in Washington, D.C. and Maryland--and as an adult used to go to the Brooklyn Botanic garden. Your poem captures some of that magic, thank you. k.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful photograph, Margaret, and such wonderful words to go with it.
ReplyDeleteHave a fantastic weekend!
Thank you for this lively poem, Margaret. I loved the part about walking with the Monet or Van Gogh as it brought memories of visits to France. We stayed a week at St. Remy where Van Gogh spent years, one (almost) when he admitted himself to the sanitarium after cutting his ear off. I haven't thought too much of him as pink, more Olive trees with a whitish bloom. Monet's garden though was full off pinks, even his house had lots of pinks.
ReplyDeleteYour NYC Botanical Garden cherry blossoms are beautiful. In 1964 we moved to Texas from New Hampshire and drove THROUGH Washington, D.C. The pink cherry blossoms all over are what I remembered most.
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DeleteWhat a beautiful stage nature provided for love to bloom.
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness...you've captured the moment I first kissed my husband. The cherry blossoms were in bloom then too. <3
ReplyDeleteEasy indeed... I love this portion:
ReplyDelete"bow to countless gnarled branches
sprouting elegant blooms -"
Find it's easy to fall in love
ReplyDeleteColors can certainly open doors
Hank
Ahhhhh....right now here its Wisteria, Orange blossoms and sweet acacia. The air smells like a spiritual awakening alright, but the allergies are rooted in the depths of hell....lol. This was beautiful Margaret, an amazing harbinger.
ReplyDelete"like walking within
ReplyDeleteMonet or Van Gogh;"
Yes! I love the imagery in your poem and I feel like I could eat that photo I'm so hungry for spring.