There are still many blooms and blossoms to look forward to this spring, but the cherry trees have had their moment in the sun. All that's left are piles of petals waiting to be blown away by yellow winds or trod into oblivion by passers-by.
Pale pinks and whites turn to dirty brown.
An endless sea of beautiful decay.
A trail of death reminds us of our own mortality.
While newer buds allow hope to remain.