peak bloom in brooklyn
As we leave behind the cold days of winter and see the world light up with new life, this poem is a reflection of that beautiful start of spring.
snow mounds become droplets of rain water that kiss flower bulbs perched on the ends of trees that sway together against the wind they raise their branches towards the sky cutting shapes out of its blue canvas beams of sunlight peer through the gaps touching exposed skin and gleaming against squinted eyes the sweet scent of blossoms carries warm notes throughout the gardens leaving a trail of soft exhales in its tracks loose petals dance with the wind until they find a resting place a soft patch of grass a wide brimmed sun hat some daring ones balance atop the koi ponds one petal floats onward as she rises above the clouds she looks down below lines of trees dotted with pink and white hues contrasting against the iridescent crowd of visitors all trickling in one by one just to see this year’s collection of millions of tiny petals just to catch a glimpse of the return of spring
Process
This piece was inspired by the start of springtime in Brooklyn while I was walking through the Botanic Gardens. I took my sketchbook one day and jotted down a few words that came to mind while people watching and sitting at one of my favorite spots under the cherry blossoms.
