Whisper Tree

For National Poetry Month, Springtime, and Day #9

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Cherry blossom spring. Watercolor by Author.

Whisper Tree

Blush of petals, light as sighs,
spilled across the waking skies.
Spring leans in with fragrant grace — 
a painted hush, a soft embrace.

Beneath the bloom, the world stands still,
a moment caught, a quiet thrill.
Brush to page, or branch to air,
the heart finds something blooming there.

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Haiku Blossom

Pink breath in the breeze — 
spring flutters on painted limbs,
time forgets to move.

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Blossom gossip

Cherry tree’s showing off — 
flashing pink like she owns spring.
Even the wind stops.

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Her Own Soft Yes

She bloomed without sound,
no trumpet, no crowd — just sky
and her own soft yes.

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Author’s note: Please stop me before I rhyme again! Once that poetry muscle wakes up and gets used, it goes crazy! My brain is overflowing with these haikus now. That little man in my head has been working overtime, and I need to send him back on vacation now. This is what National Poetry Month does to me if I participate in it fully. Everything my eye falls on becomes a poem, or, at minimum, an idea for a poem or an essay. No kidding, friends, writing is its own stimulation. I think I’m about to reach critical mass, so look out as the next 21 poems come exploding out of me (and preferably not from the wrong end)! xoxo — Adelia