Lining the long avenue into school <br />Like a glorious festive bower greeting its bride <br />Like a returning battalion saluting its guard <br />With their shades of white and pink <br /> <br />Now as a Vicar, I meet them again crouching <br />Along the path to the Church, their flowers <br />Bunched tightly together as if seeking protection, <br />Their gentle flowers too exquisite for spring winds <br /> <br />Nougats of concentrated beauty delighting passers-by <br />Cars passing by too quickly to take in their wonder <br />Butterflies fluttering from branch to branch <br />They too captivated by nature’s extravagance <br /> <br />Too soon they’re gone and we’re left only with <br />The memory of a sight beyond human creation <br />A spring that points forward to a glorious summer <br />A presage of abundance to come. <br /> <br /> <br />©2009 <br />James Hart<br /><br />James Hart<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cherry-blossom-trees/
