The Aftermath
Two days of weather and it’s raining not just drops but petals.
Blossoms fall from the trees, cling to sidewalks, cars — and park benches, too.
A house I passed yesterday in the twilight caught my eye, its front lawn covered with vivid pink petals, from a Kwanzan cherry, I think. If I’d had time I would have stopped and snapped a picture.
Instead I remember this: an ordinary house, a tree branching green, a yard with pink snow.