Thursday, 28 January 2016

Peach Flower Blooms

Seeing the peach flowers bloom
(Thought I) Isn’t it too soon? 
While the leaves were not out yet
The flowers are out in full set

When rest of the trees are yellow
Even leafless and looked fallow
You show the sign with pinkish flowers
Harbinger of the spring and showers

The cycle continues round and round
The transient time cannot be found
The onlooker and the branches age
From a book, like a flipping page

Sealing the images into memory
Some poignant and some full of glory
Even appreciating the bloom now
Getting the images saved somehow

It is a plain thoughts of present becoming past
To enjoy simple things of the fleeting past
As we never know when will it be our last
When will it be our last?