on the branches there’s blossom

On the branches there's blossom

hints of pink

white bits like phosphum

some clouds or cotton

floaty wreckless flotsam

undead as the possum

high like Nelson's Column

& ne'er to be forgotten

it's a corpus callosum 

as it bridges that gap

between Winter & Spring

on the branches there's blossom

it's a curious thing

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