Blossom Poem by Angela Wybrow

Blossom blowing all around;
Scented petals floating down.
Around my head, the petals blow;
I see them swirling, just like snow.

Through the air, they dart and dive;
It feels as though they’ve come alive.
The petals travel through the air;
A few become trapped in my hair.

In delicate shades of white and pink,
To the ground, they softly sink.
Bejewelled branches gently shaking;
Blossom clusters gently breaking.