Blossoms
If you wish, I’ll say
I loved you, some long-past spring.
My memory is no better
than yours but I can imagine
us hand-in-hand beneath
the flowering trees of then.
I might even have kissed you,
or maybe it was the other
way around. You can decide
and I’ll remember only
the blossoms drifting like snow.
Stephen Brooke ©2024
maybe just a bit of a T'ang feel to this one?
No comments:
Post a Comment