Under a Yoshino Cherry tree I sit in the park
Waiting for the first sign of spring
For a touch of pink to burst forth from a gnarled winter
For a glimpse of Crabapple, Dogwood, Cherry and Magnolia perfection
She arrives in a cloak of blossom buds
Blinding me with her intensity...
For she leaves nothing to the imagination
Dressed to thrill
Dressed to kill, every hint of green
As she takes over in her gentle, delicate ways.
I am consumed by her beauty
Mesmerised by her audacity
Enamoured by her lusciousness
And speechless at her structure
She is alluring
Beckoning me beneath
Laying down her petal carpet
Inviting me to rest soporifically on her pink eiderdown
I am shrouded in her hues of love...
Hot, Light, Deep, Baby
Champagne, Tickle Me, China
Tango, New York, Mountbatten
and Cherry blossom...