Friday, April 23, 2010

Spring in the Cherry Orchard


It needs a poem.
It needs a paintbrush.
The fragrance.
The, fragrance.
If I could catch it,
cradled in dancing crystal
and send it to you,
you would fall, fall, fall,
into bliss.

6 comments:

Patricia said...

My goodness, that is lovely. No cherry blossoms on Pollywog Creek, but your lyrics could easily be applied to orange blossoms. When the air is heavy with their fragrance, I can almost taste it.

Thank you for the bliss!

sleeplessnights04 said...

I can almost smell the blossoms!

ANGLESEY ALLSORTS said...

Oooooooo if only you could send me some - mind you if I close my eyes I'm sure i can smell it on the air!

Vicky x

Adeena said...

I so want to plant some cherry trees here.

Hopefully next year. Then I'll be able to smell the fragrance, too. :)

Gill - That British Woman said...

you are quite a bit further on than us, none of my flowering trees are flowering yet, just buds.

Can't wait until they do flower though.

Gill

Mental P Mama said...

Glorious picture. Glorious words.