Outside
The cherry blossoms are falling
from the trees to the ground.
Soft petals are coloring,
pink on top of brown
soft on top of hard.
Cherry scented winds are blown
across the rivers and the parks.
The outside is fearful now,
but it’s still my favorite place to go.
Wherever nature is growing,
there is beauty,
there is peace,
there is stillness that heals.
All the things I yearn to be.
Thank you! I’m glad you liked it. 😊🌸
Refreshing poetry kimmie, definately creates an image in the mind.