This is a little poem I wrote years ago, but it seems appropriate at this time of the year, especially in the south end of Boston.
Spring on West Canton Street
Your street is a wedding.
Magnolia petals strew the steps,
the cheery tree hangs like a veil,
and bouquets blossom at every door.
Young women with smiles
dance along the sidewalk,
they catch the flowers as they fall
while each man walks with a new purpose.
Helen Bergeron Betz
Great first line! I love the imagery of the street as a wedding and the cherry tree as a veil.