Blossoms Tom Sharp

Sparrows fill the sparse hedges and cling to cold limbs of blossoming plum trees. I receive the magistrate under the plums. Sparrows startle and scatter blossoms into our wine cups. Some can drink heavily and still write poetry; others can sit on the snow without realizing it’s melting. We drink all the wine. Spring comes, goes, and the plum trees take on a prosperous appearance.

南乡子·梅花词和杨元素 苏轼

寒雀满疏篱。争抱寒柯看玉蕤。 忽见客来花下坐，惊飞。蹋散芳英落酒卮。 痛饮又能诗。坐客无毡醉不知。 花尽酒阑春到也，离离。一点微酸已著枝。