Oh, nothing,
Only the sun trickling through
The scent of
Cherry blossoms drifting through
The intertwining branches;
Only the cherry blossoms,
And the apple blossoms,
And the white wedding blossoms.
And the blossoms twined through
Sun-touched hair.
Oh, nothing,
Only this.
N. C. Krueger is a student who lives in the Twin Cities area. She is currently engaged in converting her flights of fancy into stories, poems, and comics.