Almond Blossoms
The battles rage between winter and spring
With reckless northern winds and freezing rain
While the robin redbreasts begin to sing
And naked human skin fair game for pain
In the congested grove filled with white balls
Holding on to every branch of the tree
Fearlessly fights off winter’s final squalls
Knowing spring’s gentle warmth will set them free
Soon to be countless opened loving cups
Filled with buttery honey-like vapor
For days on end there will be no letups
As armies of honey bees collect myrrh
The scent of the almond blossoms abound
Sad their petals soon to be on the ground
I love your poem’s vivid spring imagery! The artwork choice is impeccable, as well.
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