Walking early on a spring morning,
pear blossoms in the cool breeze
the white petals forming
a carpet across my path.
Memories of another Sunday-
the triumphant march into church,
from a tiny white gloved hand.
I remember Palm Sundays when I was a kid – we always thought it was so neat to get palm fronds – of course we were typical kids and batted each other with them over the head after service 🙂
The ‘tiny white gloved hand’ reminds us of the pear blossom petals! Jane
A nice rememberacnce