Petals on the Air

My dogwood blooms, petals on the air,
Like snow they fall upon my hair.
Bright sunlight filters through its branches.
Spring is here and my heart dances—
No more tears of winter despair.

Nature awakens, so beware
Of falling into a web’s snare.
Yellow butterflies take chances…
Petals on the air.

I offer a small springtime prayer
In hopes that my nose will prepare
For pollen’s wicked advances
And the fragrance it enhances…
Still spring gives me a sense of flair--
Petals on the air.