The Fall

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On the faintest of breezes

the glowing white cherry blossom

in my backyard garden,

final flower of spring,

quivers and breaks free,

twirls a time or two

descending on currents unseen.

It is perfect

only in that moment,

its ephemeral fall,

set free from the nurturing branch,

It lights upon the grass

where already the tips begin

to curl and brown,

soon to become the ground,

the tree,

then the branch,

and finally, once more,

next season’s blossom.