Cherry Blossom

I never grew wise
Behind the shadow of a cloud
Success an ephemeral burst
Melted before the tide my nightfall

…So soon?

Exquisite forms that might have been
A photo opportunity waiting to happen
The blossom tightly curled
In hopeful hiatus
Until frost’s premature surrender

And now the day strikes again
That piercing dawn exposes
Remnants of an early season
A shadow of the past attached in shreds
I am gone

Wearily revived I face
The day my victor lynching the sky
And I drag my fruitless shadow with me.