Before the Blossoms Fell

Written by Mark Johnson

What will happen, when our last

parade of Palo Verde petals

paint the blue sky yellow?

Beyond the frantic flight

of ever-fluttering pages,

who will pause to remember

what we did, what we saw,

what we knew, what we missed,

who we loved and carried forward,

who we–proud and bold–held,

before the blossoms fell?

6 thoughts on “Before the Blossoms Fell”

  1. Your poem poses a provocative question.

    We may never know the answer.

    At least we can try to have a positive influence influence while we’re still here.

    And the writing you leave behind will touch people for many years to come.

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