In the spring as satin blossoms bloom
in white, pink, and red. And the
branches are covered as if wearing
a filly ballerina tutu.
And the air smells sweeter then any known
perfume. With bees taking off , an buzzing,
as if planes at an airport. I try and
write a love poem, for you.
I smack on my peppermint gum,
trying to find the you this poems is all about.
The only problem is there is no you,
to write this poem for.