Blossom

Blossom

Both crisp and warm

have their beauties,

And somehow,

Crystal blossom,

You attempt both.

I cannot tell

if your glistening petals

Reflect my image,

Or those shapes

Had already been there.

I want to take you with me,

But I am afraid

You will not survive the journey.

That your crystal

is too delicate

for my shaking hands.

You most likely

Prefer your home

Against the snow,

And little

Early blossom,

I don't blame you.