Forsythia blossoms litter the sidewalk--
golden
windswept
memories
Twilight presses through budding salix--
glinting
windswept
dreams
Prunus scent drifts unconsciously--
sweeping
windswept
clouds
Leafing deutzias dance in throng--
feeding
windswept
numbness
Northern air frosts narcissus--
I still haven't figured out how to shape poems well on this board...there's a lot more going on in the above peice when it's not left-aligned...but alas, computers often edit art simply because logic cannot understand it.