Blossom

Here, in my hand I hold
a fragrance with petals gold,
a softness, a breath, a touch,
a lightness weighing nothing much.
To you would I this blossom send;
on you these golden petals spend,
as tribute to the soul of spring,
a fragile, precious, holy thing,
a love, a gentle living part,
you've made to flower in my heart.

Jo Anzalone