Marie Hines Japanese Blossoms
Japanese blossoms on tree limbs
Tumbling down in the cold wind
Fall into patches of snow
Little graves will carry them home
You held the earth in your bare hands
Carved out a hole, place the roots in
Swore these roots would grow deep and
They'd feed the fruit of our love
The marks on this house are too real
We hung the photos where paint peeled
Covered the scars in the dark
With the hope it'd send them away
I watch the world from our window
It's spinning faster than it knows
Funny how nothing has changed
When it feels like nothing's the same
Step, breathe, release
Japanese blossoms, new again
I start to wonder how you've been
But even when winter is long
Spring will always come
