Confetti for the Unwed
Springs confetti never fell for us
That does not mean it wasn’t love
We were never just water under the bridge
My heart will always echo that kiss
Sometimes the timing is all wrong
Just one misplaced beat and the song is gone
There are truths that only my heart knows
Sometimes a winter frost kills the seeds we sow
© 2016 Peter Anstiss
Pete Scribes 
There is such truth in this post. Excellent piece, in my humble opinion.
Glad you enjoyed it 🙂
Beautifully written. Such is love sometimes however when frost kills something and it is over a new bloom may start as part of its survival
Thank you, Joseph, You are very kind and I am always thrilled when you take the time to read and comment. The pressed flowers of cherished memories must be on your mind at the moment? Keep strong my friend…
Thank you and you’re welcome. It is always a pleasure to read you. 🙂
Love the post and photo which coincides with my mother’s birthday. 🙂
Profound
N
Beautiful pic
🙂 Thank you
Such nostalgia in the title and poem, and perhaps in the tree, gazing at all those lost petals. I haven’t seen a cherry tree in that way, but I won’t be able to see it another now.
Sad but lovely.
Finding the beauty in sadness is what I was aiming for (it keeps us all going) thank you for taking the time to read and comment 🙂
Touching.