The blooms on the plum tree are falling,
Their time spent as flowers gone,
In joyful anticipation of new fruit,
And spring for me too is done.

The school year rushes to a close,
Memorial Day ahead to slowly wake,
Giving us one more long weekend,
A paltry reminder of the joy of spring break.

/ / /

This poem was inspired by “May” by Sara Teasdale over at the imaginary garden with real toads.

10 thoughts on “May

  1. I love that the blooms are falling, the time as flowers gone…and yet we find anticipation of new fruit…our time as flowers gone, too. Perhaps all that is left, is a small reminder. Many layers of meaning here.

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  2. This is beautifully evocative! ❤️ I especially love the opening line; “The blooms on the plum tree are falling,” which is a poem in itself. Thank you so much for writing to the prompt 🙂

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  3. My line is “the best part of teaching is Summer Break. Followed by Spring Break and Christmas Break.” I liked the way you worked in the spring cycle of the plum tree.

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