Cherry blossoms

The cherry blossom petals, pink
and delicate,
drift down
languishing on the pavement,
the bright grass green below.

The rain comes
pulling each down
faster than we want
faster than we can catch

I want an umbrella
black and large.
As the winds thrash the tree
tearing the beauty before all is realized
before each is held

I'll hold it not right-side up
but upside down
snatching each as they drift or dash down
and away
out of our grasp
out of our minds
before we've held each moment,
filling the umbrella
so we may dilly
and we may dally
in these moments
as we please

And she dashes off again,
petals drift in her wake.