Plum blossoms Tom Sharp

The branches of the plum tree are like bones of jade, oddly bent as though they were from a fairy world. A fairy invites you to inspect the tree’s intricate beauty and hangs upside down on a limb to startle you. Pink blossoms dust red pollen on your robes; no amount of washing will remove it. Noble feelings chase the sun but rarely reach the clouds. You write a poem about plum blossoms each time you dream.

西江月·梅花 苏轼

玉骨那愁瘴雾，冰姿自有仙风。 海仙时遣探芳丛，倒挂绿毛幺凤。 素面翻嫌粉涴，洗妆不褪唇红。 高情已逐晓云空，不与梨花同梦。