Tonight on dverse we have been asked to write a haiburn about cherry blossom.
On route to school back in the 1980’s. To a school now vamoosed.
I would stroll along a street named Cherry Orchard. Each front garden holding a tree from the past. The orchard long since gone.
I still pass the street on my way to work. But the trees are all gone, gone, gone.
I miss the blossom on the street every spring. But there are plenty of others aroud the own.
Cherry blossom gone,
No blossom, no spectacle,
Cherry tree missed.
© rogleach 29/3/2021