Today, inspired by the collection of Mary Oliver poetry I just finished, I wrote a few poems about spring flowers. Here are a couple:
Redbuds
Redbud blooms
confetti-strewn
in sidewalk cracks:
(the aftermath
of a party I wasn't invited to)
the crash of summer storm
in dead of night
sent branches thrashing,
crashing,
smashing,
blossoms shattering the gusty winds
with bits of violet-pink—
a swirl of melody,
a symphony
of falling petals,
banner, wings and keels a-tumbling,
slammed into the grass by driving rain,
then bleached and blown away by morning breeze.
They flit like butterflies
around my steps—
a dream.
Spring Beauties
Breaking clay,
spring beauties poke their petals into sunshine,
white and delicate pink,
a firework in the generic lawn-grass,
a friendly face in the hell strip.
Spring is here! they bob their heads to say.
They greet me from the curb, as if they had
no other task to do.
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