Blooms Gone Mad!

Wow – I am spoiled by spring! My desk is right in front of a curtain-free window, so I can watch the seasons burst and shower and freeze their way through the year.

Over the last few days, I’ve watched our star magnolia slowly transform from a drab silhouette into fuzzy-buds of possibility, and today those first delightfully pink hints of Spring thrilled me.

In honor of this lovely day, I am writing a poem aptly named:

Fresh Day

Early morning and the chill embraces me

Cold fingers of a silent breeze skim across my face

I sip black coffee, eyes still glazed

With the soft blue-green of liquid dreams

Orange, pink and treasured gold

Dawn’s slow smile greets me

The weeping cherry with empty arms of brown buds lined with pink,

A gift from winter’s passing

Love-sick finches build their home ignoring April’s nip

They greet the world and watch me stare

Into the eastern glow that’s not quite night and not yet day

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