Cherry Blossoms and Nostalgia

A splash of pink on bare outreaching limbs,

Behind cracked fingers, beauty nearly missed.

Of pink, Japan, nostalgia, synonyms,

Evoking years ago, when ground it kissed.

Where splashes turned to rain, that drizzled down,

On streets, on parks, on tiled roads. And I

Did watch as flowers sprinkled all around;

Through rose tints, beauty seemed to simplify.

Above, a pastel splash, a joy to meet. 

And I recall that long past paradise.

Although nostalgia is a one-way street,

It stealthily wields a sword edged twice,

For when I see the trees so pinkly splashed

I always find the best years in the past.