In the hush before the city stirs,
a pair of cherry trees lean toward one another—
like old lovers meeting again in spring.
Their limbs are heavy with color,
dripping with the sweetness of time.
The path winds softly around them,
a quiet witness to their bloom.
No noise, no rush—
only the sacred stillness
of morning light caught in petals.
Inspired by the spirit of the Hudson River painters—