Here's my offering of the week:
 
 Sky kissed
blossoms of white.
Gently swaying,
love notes from
Springtime.
The Snow Crab apple trees outside my school are in full bloom and brought a smile to my face as I left yesterday.  So I sat in my car and wrote this poem. I think the poetry powers-that-be deliberately chose springtime for national poetry month. It's easy to be inspired when the world is in bloom. 
 
 
