Blackheath, New South Wales
dancing with budding
cherry blossom trees as they wait,
in anticipation, for noonday sun to warming spread
beaming rays upon their trusting tantalizing tips.
They blush and turn their provocative petals out to embrace this mercenary world.
Still, beauty lives and dies as each bomb falls on another’s cause, and men in towers tall
tally up their winnings.
Bio: Virginia says this piece is a Fibonacci poem about today. She has more poems available in her book: Escarpment – Fibonacci Poetry at Amazon, Smashwords, Angus & Roberston, Kindle and other outlets.