Her skin was the colour of the last April snows, her lips the red of rebirth. Gentle of mind and body, she flirted with us all in pursuit of a distant summer. These things always seem further than they are passing all to swiftly when you’d wish them not.

We treasured those few months she was with us, savoured her every last intoxicating aroma. A seasonal adjustment, she guided us away from the cold and drear presenting us instead with that most treasured of quantities, promise. We called her Blossom, that Spring was hers.

21 thoughts on “Blossom

  1. Beautiful!!! Here in our valley – the orange blossoms are getting ready to bloom, and when they do the air is filled with the most delicious, fragrant perfume.

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