Petals strewn upon the wind
Too frail to stay upon the tree
Winds wild, hot and dry
Fade colour from bright to pale
Pink drifts on the world below
Gather softly in curbs and corners
While the tree flowers still
Thro’ morning, noon and night.
“Flowers whisper ‘beauty’ to the world, even as they fade, wilt, fall.”
~ Dr. Sunwolf
Give it some space
The impulse
The longing
The wish or the dream
Give it some space
To breathe
To become real
To feel it bloom
Give it some space
The impulse
The longing
The wish or the dream.
“Create the space and a bigger life happens.”
~ Alysia Reiner, actress
Sheltered by trees
surrounded by branches
blossoms untouched
by early evening rain.
“Build shelter against a rainy day.”
~ John Wooden, basketball player
(1910 - 2010)
Today's wind stripped trees
of pastel pink petals
Taking over spring duties,
deep purple lilacs stand ready.
“Spring work is going on with joyful enthusiasm.”
~ John Muir
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| Mayday Prunus at Innovation Centre, University of Regina |
white blossoms burst
while gray clouds
gentle the earth with raindrops
“It is spring again. The earth is like a child
that knows poems by heart.”
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
Redolent blossoms
shyly open,
deny the dust of the street
“Where flowers bloom, so does hope.”
~ Lady Bird Johnson
I thought it odd, lacy baby’s breath with
no blossoms or white blossoms still tightly
wrapped within themselves, their delicate
stems a gauzy cloud. No gardener was there
to ask my questions so I looked to the pink roses, blossoming through the white picket fence, a beautiful backdrop to the spent baby’s breath. Bravely blooming they did seem a reminder of the cruel heat of the past week’s end, explaining the missing dainty white flowers on the gauzy stems.
“We should enjoy this summer, flower by flower,
as if it were to be the last one we’ll see.”
~ André Gide, French author
(1869 - 1951)
What drew me to this rose today?
the pink of it’s newness did call to me but did not notice and pass.
Close, I took this image as if the delicate rose deserved a place on this page. Or maybe I deserved to
carry it’s tenderness with me, knowing that ‘this too shall pass’ as the summer also blossoms only to fade and vanish
never to be seen again but a new tender rose will blossom on the same rosebush in the new year.
“Come out here where the roses have opened. Let soul and world meet.”
~ Rumi
Buds and blossoms of spring
warm my heart with
their dainty pink promise
“Spring is magic ~ sweet to the senses & easy to celebrate.”
~ Susan Branch, Vineyard Seasons: More from the Heart of the Home
Mothering continues
as long as child and mom
share this earth.
Nor should it be any different.
For if taken from me,
a vast hole in my heart
would not easily mend.
Should any mom go missing,
another often fills the gap
with the same love and learning.
Their name may not be ‘mom’
but their heart is called ‘mom.
And with all the growing
from birth into toddlers years,
pre-teens,
adolescence,
young adulthood and onward
child~parent blossoms through
joys and sorrows;
health or sickness.
For each mom who grows
alongside her child,
another mom will be born
in another day or time
to learn the ways of being.
“Motherhood is hard enough without judgement
from others who don’t know the whole story.”
~ Sarah Addison Allen, First Frost
blossom quietly
to vanish in an instant.
“Enjoy the moment. You won’t have it again.”
~ Frank Sonnenberg, The Path to a Meaningful Life
There is a natural grace to trees
in the arch of their branches,
the grand height of ancient red sequoias,
the twists and turns of climbing roses,
the graceful droop of fragile wisteria blossoms and thousands more. On my walk home, the natural grace and simplicity of ordinary leaves against the backdrop of a rumpled tree trunk, caught my eye and slowed my step.
(Cell phone cameras come in very handy.)
“Grace, like water, flows to the lowest part.”
~ Philip Yancy
To say thank you sometimes can feel rote, reflexive. To have an opportunity to express deep gratitude to a complete stranger did not feel rote or reflexive today. This woman’s roses, their scent perfuming the very warm air, had given a good friend of mine pleasure from the distance of a photograph. Overcoming my shyness, I told her of my friends appreciation and thanked her.
“No duty is more urgent than that of returning thanks.”
~ James Allen
Behind fences
shaded by greenery
flowers blossom quietly.
“Love is the flower you’ve got to let grow.”
~ John Lennon
