paid a brief visit,
complaining of jet-stream detours,
of invitations received late
muttering a fog,
flinging fistfuls of hail
over greening lawns and
bruising the blooms
of pink-fringed trees
that had the nerve to flower
in his absence.
4 thoughts on “Bloom in Winter — A Poem”
My garden thinks it’s spring, bulbs showing their heads, trees in bud, I hope we don’t get a bad frost…………
I always feel that Winter is a necessary part of our landscape and history here — and part of my natural and necessary response is to complain of the cold and gray and difficulties with snow and sleet and such! I do worry about all the plants and creatures that our current bizarre weather fluctuations will effect. They are so much more in tune, than we are, and they suffer more immediately and directly. 😦
I found your site from your comment on Mukhul Chand’s site. Thanks for your poetry and photographs.
I’m happy you found something among my posts to enjoy, David — and I was very pleased to find M.Chand’s site! Together, we can all share and spread a little hope and beauty. 🙂