To a Cherryblossom


Drooping, dripping pinkness,
my eyes are brighter
and my heart warmer
for your greeting me
(even though I hate pink)
– you are a little lift
for the day ahead,
a pretty, fleeting foible
to fill my daydream head
and inspire with words of praise
until I reach my dreaded work –
but some of you grow upright
and aren’t the weeping kind,
does their blossom produce a cherry
or are they just another
beauteous sight to brighten
an otherwise bleak day?