Blossoms (revised)

there are blossoms covering a tree

that begin to fall as soft summer
moves among the branches

I might see them floating down
as kisses to a baby

I might see them as broken things
emptied of purpose

I might lie down on the earth
and watch the falling blossoms

cover my eyes
until I see nothing at all

then rise and try again


This is a revision of a poem I posted a couple of months ago. The poem now gets closer to what I had wanted to say.