all caught up in a rapture, a reverie
in poetic flurry
i fall
like snow, adrift
swirling softly in mid-march cold
and then land
right here
on this plum blossom petals pink
open and full
i melt

Courtesy of Facebook memories, the above poem was brought back to me from three years ago when I was still living in Japan. And there was a much older haiku from some eleven or twelve years ago, also inspired by pink blossoms. Unbeknownst to me, I have been a pink flower poet in the making for much longer than I had realized. I now declare henceforth the promulgation of flowetry—flower poetry. 🤭
Wishing you a happy and flower-full spring! 🌸💗🌸