The Avenue of Pink Snow

Yesterday I drove past the crabapple trees

whose blossoms were so white and branches so strong.

And the blossoms were all gone.
Where did they go? Here they are:

And the tree shows hardly a trace of its former glory.

Driving home, I was thinking of how quickly

the crabapple blossoms had come and gone,

and how their snowy white blooms had turned a soft gold,

and how people had driven right through them without even a second thought. 

Then I glimpsed something I'd never seen before

even though I have driven through the same intersection a thousand times

over the last decade. Through the rain on my windshield, 

I saw an avenue of pink snow.

It was breathtaking, this hush of pink blossoms wafting down from the trees.

I drove further into a beautiful setting.

Returning the way I came:

Meeting beauty in the midst of the mundane, 

along an avenue of pink snow.

Now that's encouraging.

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