OF POPPA
OR MAYBE
MY MOM,
THE PAGES
RELEASE
A CERTAIN
TINGE OF
SORROW
MIXED IN
WITH THE
BRILLIANT
BUDS
AND FLOWERS,
THE SPACIOUS
TREES
AND TINY BULBS
OFFERED UP
IN A BOOK
FULL OF
THE GREEN
THUMB
DREAMS,
ARRIVING
IN THE MAIL
WITH A
SERIOUS
IMPORTANT
REQUEST:
PLEASE
LOOK
AND SEE
AND
CAPTURE ME,
FOR SPRING
IS TWISTING
THE LEDGE
OF SUSPENSION,
BEHIND MANY
SCENES
POPPING
UP DURING
THE NIGHT,
ARISING TO
OPEN
THE NEXT DAY,
ONE NEVER
KNOWS
THE EXPERTS
WILL SAY,
SO COZY
UP IN BED
OR A BIG
CHAIR
INSTEAD
AND FLIP
THROUGH
THE PAGES
OF BLOOMING
MIXED STAGES,
COLORS
MADE FROM
ORANGE
TO BLUE
FROM RED
ON CUE,
SOME WITH
LEAVES
CURLED ABOUT
AND MANY
STALKS
STANDING
HIGH,
JUST ENOUGH
TO REACH
THE SKY,
(AT LEAST,
YOUR EYE),
THE DREAMS
OF A VERDANT
AND FERTILE
PLACE
TO REST
YOUR HEAD,
LAY ABOUT
AND DREAM
INSTEAD,
THE GARDEN
HAS A SPECIAL
WAY OF
COMFORTING,
SCENTS OF
BRILLIANT SPICE
OR SUBTLE
ORIENT,
NO DIFFERENCE
IN THE
SWEET ENJOYMENT,
YOU WILL
LONG TO
TOUCH
THESE SAMPLES,
AND THAT’S
WHAT THEY
HOPE,
THE FOLKS
WHO REMIND
US TO CUT,
DIG AND POKE,
KNOWING AT
LEAST
ONE OR TWO
TINY BEASTS
WILL COME
INTO THE HEART,
IT’S ONLY
A PART OF
HUMAN
NATURE,
LIKE THE
CAVE MEN
BEFORE US
AND THE
SPACE SHIPS
BEYOND,
THERE
ALWAYS WILL
BE THE
GREENS,
THE BUDS
AND LEAVES,
THE WAVING
TREES,
THE AIR
SO BLESSED
WITH THE SCENT
OF GOD,
LINGERING
THERE
AMONGST
THE
PAMPAS GRASS
AND APPLE
TREES,
HE LIVES AND
WATCHES
US WITH
EASE,
AND SENDS
THE FLOWERS
TO MAKE
YOU SNEEZE,
NEAR AND
FAR…
SO THERE
YOU ARE!
©JW WINSLOW 2/1/2020