Plum blossoms

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.