Wind Dance

The black cherry tree is in its element. Its continuous fine blossom drizzle blankets the giant hosta, and everything else that lives in that space. On this breezy day the drizzle shifts to blossom filled gusts on occasion. Hurling the scent wherever it will go. It wafts throughout the garden, mingling with the scent of the lilacs. I close my eyes, breathe deep and listen to the songs of the wind in trees.

a breezy spring day

marked by fierce winds in trees –

a rhythmic tango