Blanket of Pink

Beneath the tree, a blanket sits
Of petals, soft and pink,
A spring ensemble that the wind
Took care of in a blink.

The blossoms that remain attached
Have somehow passed the test
And cling with all their might
So branches aren’t quite undressed.

Another gusty day will come,
Perhaps with drenching rain,
Erasing every trace of where
That lovely blanket’s lain.