In Spring some cherry trees weep
like their green sister willows
but wear blossoms
tip to trunk to tip
like rivals
while the other snow clouds
are palest pink
thinnest film lingerie
that first hope
in the now
not hereafter
and we can only say
bravo, bravo.
by Ruth Moose
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