#poem #poetry #amwriting sketchbook sketch at the bandstand

sketch at the bandstand

the blossom has gone like an old song
leaving only fragments in the borders
around the bandstand - passing clouds
wind across the sky - as the band
strikes up 'singing in the rain' - on this
last day of may - feet tap in time -
as what remains of the pink blossom
is lifted by the gusting swirling breeze
and almost too soon the gutsy tuba winds down -
pages turn and those gathered on benches
patter applause for the breaking blue sky

The Blue Book