Cherries, wild, sweet, sour
Lilacs fragrant
Black locust trees, yes it’s true,
Pears, almonds, narcissus,
Horse chestnuts too
All bursting in blossom
Jack-in-the-pulpits preaching by trees
Dogwoods peeking from hedgerows
Trilliums scattered o’er the forest glen
Like newborn lambs in the meadows
Seagulls dotting freshly tilled fields
Swans elegant gliding on the lakes
Sheets of ice somehow disappeared
Cotton candy clouds softly drifting.
And the pale, pale skin
of English girls, tasting the sun
blushing like Apple blossoms
After a long, cold winter.