Pink cherry blossom sifts like snow <br />Along Rosebery Avenue, <br />Where I am sitting on the bus <br />Since some poor soul's mislaid their pass <br />And so we wait awhile and halt <br /> <br />But, as I wait, I watch the waltz <br />Of cherry blossom in the gale <br />By Sadler's Wells, where dancers whirl; <br />Mankind and nature mixed for once <br />In this coincidental dance.<br /><br />C Richard Miles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/watching-the-cherry-blossom-dance-by-sadler-s-wells/
