The crabapple blossom blizzards
in the courtyards of my school
are nothing short of miraculous.
Random patterns swirl their cool.
Instruction changes course
as we line up at the windows,
making room
for nature’s viewing.
This year’s blooming
due in May.
Brenda Warren 2014
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Lovely poem. Blossom blizzard is special.
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We had apple trees in the backyard and I loved it when the blossoms fell and covered the ground. Thanks for the memories. Hope you enjoyed NaPo at least a little bit.
Elizabeth
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