The Cherry Blossoms that so delighted us rained down on the grass below. As more green foliage grew in, more blossoms fell to join the fallen. Only two weeks after peak bloom, not a blossom remains.
Almost 28 years ago, A 23-year-old me stepped into his first classroom as a teaching assistant in a suburban middle school’s 7th/8th grade self-contained class for students with intellectual disabilities. Suddenly, my career is a lion in winter, with two years remaining.
Even the breath of my sigh is already gone.
shining through
evening clouds
waxing gibbous
My late contribution for my own Haibun Monday prompt over at dVerse.
Frank J. Tassone 
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