You knew me before I was born
And in every pause between breaths—
A wakefulness beyond all thoughts,
As sweet as sixteen, ever spring,
When a thousand scents carried us,
Wave upon easy wave,
Across quilts of ground-frilling daffodils
Marching, like bonneted Dutch dolls,
And hot color cups of April:
Sunset-painted tulips, wind-dancing,
Lenten roses dipping, like parasols,
And puffs of flowering snowball bushes
Playing, promising the lazy clouds
Of late-afternoon sky watching.
Forever follows, past pale meadows
And into blue mountains misting green—
Gleaming white petals flutter, backlit,
On the underside of a dogwood bough,
Your bouquet, heaven-handed down.
How beautiful. Spring–despite bringer of allergies–is always welcome and astonishing!
Happy spring to you and yours!
Always love reading more words from you.
Thanks, Karen! Hope all is well. When will spring come to your world?
Notre dame des fleurs. (Notre Dame cathedral is burning. C’est tragique.)
Yes, such a loss to the world. Heartbreaking.
Lovely, Catherine. Hope that you are having a wonderful spring….
Thanks, Lori! Wishing you a happy April! Are you already in summer?
Thx C! Yes, we are seeing temps in the 90s. Welcome to the Gulf Coast! 😊
Oh, my!
Thanks, Catherine! I can almost see the flowers, playing out the words! You are so sweet to think of all our years together, which I’m keeping in my heart!
Hugs, Liz🥰