Poem #1: Cherry Tree (Mnemonic)

hey!! my name is olivia and i'm 19 years old. i've been writing poetry practically my whole life, but i've always been really shy about sharing it. recently i challenged myself to write 20 poems in 20 days. i wanted to share this one (the first one, which i wrote yesterday) to practice being braver about sharing my work. one day i want to self-publish a collection even though it feels scary now. maybe if i finish all 20 poems i will do it :) please let me know if there are any critiques/tips to improve!!

Cherry Tree (Mnemonic)

Blossoms adorn the bowed branches, skirted

in pale pink chiffon

Each pollen-crowned head held as high as if the universe began

at the moment of its opening, and must too end

At the moment of its closing, all

of Creation rests on the whims and angles

Of these cloud-gates of scalloped petals--

sunlight exists solely to be filtered through their mind-thin

Layers, the sky is only blue to play foil to pink, yet

the tree cries

Blossoms like tears, lets them fall in their delicate gowns

by the hundreds into the new deep grass

So each toppled bloom becomes a tragedy

pink slashed through with impervious green: the flower has

Fallen, but

the sky

Remains blue. Who can mourn

every fallen flower before

They vanish? Who can catch

them as they tumble through the

Air, and let them down

with dignity? Who records each disappearing

Bloom, each imploding galaxy

in the depth and breadth of it all? The oneness

And smallness and largeness of such things?

perhaps each of us is built from the finger-prints

Of others, and we dust finger-

prints of our own like flower petals across

Life, and time, and space,

and so we never really end. Could there be a greater

Beauty, a

greater grief? So,

And so, and so, the living blossoms of

next year hold the fallen

Blossoms of last

year in the ferocity

Of their budded

fists, the intricacy

Of their velvet

embrace