my own, my beautiful, my blossoming

There are a few precious puffs of blossoms left on the trees and so one last blossom quote


now all the fingers of this tree (darling) have

hands, and all the hands have people; and

more each particular person is (my love)

alive than every world can understand

and now you are and i am now and we're

a mystery which will never happen again,

a miracle which has never happened before -

and shining this our now must come to then

our then shall be some darkness during which

fingers are without hands; and i have no 

you;and all the trees are (any more than each

leafless) its silent in forevering snow

-but never fear (my own, my beautiful

my blossoming)for also then's until

e.e. cummings

blossom

Goodbye blossom - hello peonies