Washed Out

Bright pink has faded into washing mixup pale.
Pom poms that were full and joyous droop under drops of rain.
Plain stalks are visible, the hidden structure of last week’s show.
Damp confetti strews the lawn and pavement,
slowly browning, beginning to decompose.
In the sunshine cherry will still be bright and joyous.
In the wind I’ll laugh with dancing petals as they swirl.
But on damp bank holiday, cherry’s May feels a wash out.