She flirts, embracing eager cherry trees,
and prompts the peak of blossom laden boughs
to form their fluffy, fragrant canopies,
erasing scowls from winter-weary brows.
Invigorating breezes whistle tunes
that send pink petals dancing through the air
to drift afloat like bits of burst balloons
that fall and leave their fragments everywhere.
Among the bright, new green of grassy blades,
their fleeting beauty browns upon her stage.
Those splendid moments fly; each petal fades.
While leafy branches bob, she turns the page.
She worked behind the scenes ’til frost was gone
and April graced her stage with budding song.