The cherry blossom-laden mind,
Sways to the music,
Of the, nonchalant wind,
Painted in dreams, hopes,
Of memories left behind,
A few petals disembark,
into realms wistful,
A few soar,
Some plummet,
Others open their dewy eyes,
Blush in sunshine,
Gone, are the dreary winter mornings,
Gone is the mist,
The darkness,
Once seemingly unending,
So now we smile unafraid,
And let the beauty unfurl,
For spring has come,
Late, nevertheless but welcome
And it’s here to stay.
Joshita Dwivedi writes about the little things that are the big things.