Bloom: Where a blossom is an opening and a withered blossom is blown and scatters, appropriately, in a blow called “wind” after its winding path, the one you chase after trying to catch it in the air until you fall down laughing in the grass out of breath, a bloom is the energy of all blossoms opening in a species at once. A blossom is only a particular moment of this energy.
A blossom is lithesome, as you can see above.
A Bloom is a flood, a wave filling the sky and bursting out through the open mouths, or wells, or springs, of individual blossoms. It is everywhere. We just see it through time blossom-windows, that’s all, as if they are our eyes. (Which, of course, they are, if eyes and lips are the same thing, and why not!)