Blackberry brambles bud At the edge of the woods, And up from the grass Miniature primroses Unfurl butter-pale petals. Every evening this spring Seems to hold surprises— At the edges of wild and at The tips of our toes From the path to entice us. Do you also find surprises around every corner in springtime? …
“It’s hard to resist, isn’t it?” “Yeah, I always walk by the plant section when I’m in here. I’m tempted to buy plants, even in the dead of winter when I know they’ll freeze.” We both laugh at ourselves and then push our buggies our separate ways along the grocery aisle. I wasn’t kidding, though. …
The first lines of this poem came to me as I was driving home in the evening and saw a lone white tree flowering in the woods near the highway's edge. "Spring's Reprise" The wild fruit trees are white with spring;The redbuds are empurplingThe brown and green and grayOf winter’s gentle passing away. Spring but …
