Oh you, sporadic white blossom,
In the flushed haziness of autumn,
Why do you try and lift the mood?
Have you not seen the clouds?
Their brooding gray,
How they smolder the sun
And steal every ounce of light.
Don’t these raindrops
Fall heavy on your so delicate petals.
What keeps you up
When the world seems to droop?
Oh, sporadic white blossom.
How do you hold?
Doesn’t the evening wind
Shake your core?
Why doesn’t your stem shiver
In this cold autumn has brewed?
Each question they fail to answer,
But the petals became my light,
Leaving a warmth and
The memory of a sporadic bloom
Uplifts my soul to erase Portland gloom.