not a whisper was heard
from the blossoms
of the way
we misbehaved
and did not see
the reason we were standing
alone and wondering
what was the meaning
the beginning
(and the end)
flowers bloom
when spring begs
life rises with them
so shall we all
touch the sky
the space between us
exists only in time
the heart is not confined
it knows only love
(asking)
come to me
let it be
Photo “Cherry Blossoms on the Potomac” by gfs 2020
grandfathersky 
This is beautiful, gfs. ❤
Thank you! Need to raise our levels of loving …
❤ ❤
How lovely, Peter. Nice to see you posting 😊
Thanks … time for more uplifting energies !
That’s very true and appreciated by everyone for sure😊
Yes, “let it be!”
This is a beautiful poem.
With every spring, love returns us to heart…
Reminders of love
This is very beautiful, Peter. It’s good to be catching up with all your lovely, philosophical poems.
Sorry I got so far behind – hope you and yours are doing well.
Hope you are well, we have been staying close to home, being very domestic these days!
Same here, Peter. Glad all’s well with you. 🙂