The ancient apple tree's white cloud
darkened to tan
by morning.
Yet her life blood flowed
and her limbs were strong
and in the alchemy
of her intention
new buds formed
and opened one by one.
The bees
returned.
"We come to give thanks: for earth and sea and sky in harmony of color, the air of the eternal seeping through the physical, the everlasting glory dipping into time, we praise Thee." George F. MacLeod
Yet her life blood flowed
and her limbs were strong
and in the alchemy
of her intention
new buds formed
and opened one by one.
The bees
returned.
The Magnolias Bloomed
bravely
again this year.
Heedless
of the forecast freeze
they threw themselves
into billowing
beauty,
pink clouds that would
brown
by morning.
Purple finches
perch
in place
of petals
and glossy
greening new
leaves
bedeck
bare branches.
Next year
they
will try
again.