Looking out from my bedroom window

I watched the cherry blossoms flutter,

Scattering the sea breeze,

pinking the lawn,

mingling with grape hyacinths

and dots of yellow primroses.

It felt so familiar

as Spring has returned.

The cycle of life begins anew.

Catching my reflection in the mirror,

I wondered where I was

in the Spring of life.

I thought of the great passing of time,

the countless lives lived,

of the many blossoms

scattered through my mind.

Seeing an aging face

looking back at me,

the sweeping laughter lines

slanted grooves and creases  

of countless smiles and trials.

I lingered a moment in my young years

of a blonde, blue eyed girl.

With the flick of my hair,

I could catch the roving eyes

of many a young man.

Watching the cherry blossoms

sprinkle the air,

I feel content to bloom

in my cycle of life.

I love the person in the mirror.

I feel at peace with who I see.

This is my time, I am me.

It feels so familiar.