I saw you,

Pink and white confetti

Where  sidewalk and street meet

Joyously strewn

Pastel little buttons

Dappling the obsidian sea

Delicate, bountiful, and beautiful you were

There at the blacktop’s bend

But how much more so might you be

In your flurried dissent again

And so I reasoned to scoop you up

Your skin cool dew in my palm

Petals still full of moisture and life

A pool of  Spring’s breath  not quite gone


Cradled in hand I raised you up


          to breeze





A fitting farewell to Winter,

I thought

And, oh the delight of Spring snow!