Fate of Spring Blossoms


Spring Blossoms

The spring blossoms coming out now,
moving sugars out of the ground,
remind me that I no longer have fruit trees.
The deer and birds ate the tiny orchard
I had once planted.
Now I have a few ornamentals.
One is budding awfully white this week,
down by the noisy road.
Ornamentals are for noise
and fruit for silence, I suppose.
Silent trees with no peaches,
no plums, no apricots.
Noisy trees with fantastic
bees and flowers.
The wind has been carrying
the white blossoms. I wait
all year for their startling delicacy
because no fruit is coming,
and now look: the cars and trucks
whirl them about under heavy black tires.

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2 Responses to Fate of Spring Blossoms

  1. smilecalm says:

    so well said, jurnal!
    i’ve contemplated
    a blanket or wall
    to assist blossoms
    to sticking around
    longer 🙂

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  2. jurnul says:

    Yes, they’re so beautiful and we wait so long for them, and then poof! they are gone.


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