Spring is the season of mud and wild violets
The self-importance of tulips
Green vines creeping up old oaks
Arms stretching wide and high
Pink and white blossoms
and the uselessness of all things
(no fruit will follow).
Meanwhile the violets go about their business
feet in the mud
keeping things organized
making sure the the trains run on time
and the kids say thank you.
(Cherries dream their cherry dreams
in glory, then they’re done.)
The better life?
I’m not the one
to tell you.
* * *
Wild violets (and all the rest, but specifically the violets) courtesy of God.
Hackberry tree courtesy of my husband’s grandmother, who I believe planted it.
Tulips: Thank you, Ottoman Empire and Holland!
Cherry tree: I planted it, some years ago.