(The first time I saw the white blossoms of the Caribbean Trumpet Tree twirling down in the gentle air, I was transfixed. They floated effortlessly, as if reluctant to leave the branch, yet yielding gracefully to the inevitable pull of the earth. There was no struggle, no resistance—only a quiet, mesmerizing descent. For a moment,Continue reading “A Waltz of Falling Blossoms-A Poem”