The Cherries of D.C.

[Buck]

Brown trees stand,
loaded springs,
anxiously anticipating
one moment of
climatic perfection:
hidden pink unveiled
in a flare of petals.


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Could use title suggestions... it seems weak!

This poem refers to the cherry blossom trees in the District of Columbia which just bloomed recently, and which were my inspiration for this piece.

I had written some comments and forgot about the scheduled updates for the Pig Pen today. So, as they are lost, I'll briefly (very briefly) restate.

There is much to like here in a poem with seven lines. Your poem is succinct and the images are memorable.

"Flare" tripped me up only in so far as it reminded me of flames and cherry blossoms are mentioned in the poem as being pink in color. The "fl" and "r" sounds in "flare", however, remind me of flora. Perhaps cherry blossoms vary somewhat in regards to color.

Like shemthpenman, I read "climatic" as its cousin word. That seemed to fit the feel in regards to the poem.

Thank you! Glad to hear you enjoyed it.

I used the word flare in conjunction with petals because the petals open up and "flare out" when they bloom.

I think "climatic" or "climactic" work whether you read it correctly or not because the trees reach the climax of germination when they bloom, but they also await the perfect climate to bloom.

They do not bloom if it is too cold, which it had been in D.C. for a while this year. The blooms were about a week later than usual!