Whipped Cream Trees
White-blossomed trees
line the street
appearing overnight
like a dream.
They look as if
they've been festooned
with cotton lace, popcorn,
or maybe...whipped cream.
Branches make canopies over the walk:
fragrant, delicate, and sweet.
A slight breeze stirs up a few white petals
that float down like wishes,
that float down like wishes,
drifting across the path at our feet.
