Suddenly, they are everywhere. Springing out behind a house, trapping the sunlight behind them, growing brighter each minute. Springing up on a street corner in Crestwood, blooming more with every step you take. Getting thicker, thicker, till they fill every other frame, they are there when you look up at the sky, there near the door of the church, flashing by just before the bus stops, standing in a line and peeping from behind each other when you turn the corner and look up.
They are there when you look out from your morning window, and there when your eye catches a swing and follows the ropes to the cherry branch, and there when you walk through Lafayette square to work, and petals filling up the old lamppost you are trying to photograph.
From the first tree spotted early in the season (is that a cherry?) to the hundredth (here's another cherry!), they pull you with their magic, along the green mall, to the thickest grove along the Monument which is rife with them. Branches lifting thousands of blossoms up to the sky. Branches bowing with weight, lower and lower each moment, kissing the ground. Branches woven into a frame through which the majestic landmarks of D.C. are seasonally seen. Martin Luther King, Roosevelt, Jefferson-- millions of flowers paying respects to all of them.
At the tidal basin, they transform the colours. Blue above, blue below, a soft pink and a rosy white dancing in the middle. They are really everywhere, thousands of trees, all in bloom, beckoning from three feet across and from the bank across the water. Flowers, bows, branches and trees, blooming round and reaching long, up, down and far till you don't know where to look!
Beautiful cherry, born to entice on a sunny blue day, one day a year.
They are there when you look out from your morning window, and there when your eye catches a swing and follows the ropes to the cherry branch, and there when you walk through Lafayette square to work, and petals filling up the old lamppost you are trying to photograph.
From the first tree spotted early in the season (is that a cherry?) to the hundredth (here's another cherry!), they pull you with their magic, along the green mall, to the thickest grove along the Monument which is rife with them. Branches lifting thousands of blossoms up to the sky. Branches bowing with weight, lower and lower each moment, kissing the ground. Branches woven into a frame through which the majestic landmarks of D.C. are seasonally seen. Martin Luther King, Roosevelt, Jefferson-- millions of flowers paying respects to all of them.
At the tidal basin, they transform the colours. Blue above, blue below, a soft pink and a rosy white dancing in the middle. They are really everywhere, thousands of trees, all in bloom, beckoning from three feet across and from the bank across the water. Flowers, bows, branches and trees, blooming round and reaching long, up, down and far till you don't know where to look!
Beautiful cherry, born to entice on a sunny blue day, one day a year.
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