The pink
trumpets outside my window
Those pretty
blossoms in pink
Are just
everywhere you see
They come
in the sweltering April sun
Their beauty
second to none
Bathing
the streets in hues of love
Vibrant pinks
and lilacs soft
Like a bridesmaid
in a shapely gown
Walking
gracefully through the town
I look down
from my window
At the top
of a pink tabebuia tree
Warm breeze
rustling its flowers
Like the forgotten
song of old lovers
It stands
tall, sheltering the birds
From the
wrath of the summer heat
Giving
shade to those who seek
Spreading joy
to the weak
And then I
tell my heart
Blazing in
its own summer sun
To find the
pretty tabebuias
While it
waits for the season to turn