Spring is the season of mud and wild violets
The self-importance of tulips
Green vines creeping up old oaks
And cherry trees in radiant bloom –
Arms stretching wide and high
Pink and white blossoms
exploding
softly
with beauty
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.
* * *
Credits:
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.
Beautiful, happy pictures and poetry! I loved this. Thank you, Jennifer, for this bright spot on a dreary day.
Dearest Nancy – thank you for returning the favor. It always makes me so happy to hear from you!! xoxo
Wow. Wee. Thank you
I’m so glad you enjoyed this!! xoxo
Enjoyed it so much, Jennifer!
You have been such an encouragement on the poetry, Kathy! Thank you so much – xoxo
Bacon is an inspire for any winter’s day! Thank you for a pleasure in the in-box!
Nothing makes me happier than being a bright spot in the in-box! All warmest wishes – xoxo
Thank you for finding joy in mud and vines climbing on trees! I’m starting my own “Spring is…” poem right now! Thanks for the inspiration.
That makes my day! Thank you for being in touch, Nancy! xoxo
Next up after Pepper’s adventures: a book of Jen poetry! ❤️❤️
Thank you, Lyn!! xoxo
Happy spring. Thank you, Jennifer.
Dearest Ridley – Happy Spring to you!! xoxo
So beautiful. Thank you for sharing your gifts. Patricia