Cherry Blossoms
The fat, raspberries-in-ice cream ones, like beestung lips,
or the white ones twirling to the ground, the tutus of fairy ballerinas?
Those who hide their pink for only the honeybees to see, or those who flaunt their ruffled petticoat pinkness?
Like mes petits-filles et petits-fils, I cannot choose a favourite.