Here’s one of my poems that my aunt read at the coffee morning yesterday…
Reincarnation
Discarded
in the hard concrete elbow
that joins kerbside and road
pink cherry blossoms
exhaling forlorn
their once striking complexions
tainted with grey.
Maybe in minutes
a light summer breeze
will entice them to
rise in unison
with the sigh of the wind
like the hollow blow of a flute.
They’ll shake off their ashes
and revive all their passion
as they fly between sunbeams
these light fuchsia angels.
betterthansurviving 
Beautiful and I love the picture as well!
Thank you 🙂
Very beautiful poem! 🙂
Thanks Lauryn 🙂