by Edith Ryan

Cherry blossom, rich in colour,
Clouds on trees in Springtime splendour
Single petals have a beauty
Lost in clouds like drops of water.
Whilst we view the massing blossom,
Bees will dip into each flower.
All, we’ll shun the falling rain,
Rage at every weeping shower-
But see how black the branches gleam,
How leaves, refreshed, restore the scene.

Cherry blossom, did ye say?
It wis never pink in ma young day.
It wis always white-we cawed it gean.
Its flourish wis the best A’ve seen.
Nae cherries either? Is that so?
Bred for gairdens, aw for show.
It’s awfy braw, A’ll gie ye that.
A doot the burds’ll no get fat
But bees an fleas’ll no leave boss
An we’ll enjoy the candyfloss.

© Edith Ryan

Edith is a member of Lanark Writers’ Group. She says  ‘ I just walked down The Holm in glorious sunshine.  It feels like summer.’
Joanne says 'Edith shared this poem with us in May 2006. We make no apology for brightening up a dull November day by sharing it with you now.'