Spring procession
Sometime midsummer
Your fruits will stain the pathways
Of our neighborhood,
Reminding us of the messiness
That litters our world.
The gutted, scattered, shriveled skins,
The discarded seeds,
These, along with your weary branches
Will mar this scene;
This pretty, pink, pungent procession
That escorts me out;
A spring promenade of colorful welcoming
That beckons me home,
Invites me to get a little closer and inhale.
Wow, that is breathtaking!
Your words and photos are just lovely!
God bless,
Donna
Awesome and glorious, all at the same time!!
Gorgeous!
What lovely pictures and words! Are those dogwood trees? They are absolutely beautiful!
Thanks for the kind thoughts. Kathy, they are crabapple trees, of all things. I realized this morning I’d not mentioned what kind of tree they are. I might have to rework my reflection to include that.