Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed
Their snow-white blossoms on my head,
With brightest sunshine round me spread
Of spring's unclouded weather,
In this sequestered nook how sweet
To sit upon my orchard-seat!
And birds and flowers once more to greet,
My last year's friends together."
- William Wordsworth
Blossoms. I love blossoms.
My Mom wants to take a picture of me on the blossom tree.
I like the blossoms fall to the ground.
I let the blossoms wilt when they do.
I love blossoms.
-Charlotte Fawcett
I Love Roses
I love roses.
I let them wilt when they can.
I let myself water them.
Spring pools water them when they can.
When no spring pools come
My Mom and I walk out into the sunshine to water them.
1 comment:
Margie,
You have a burgeoning, beautiful little poet on your hands.
I am touched by reading The Poem of Your Life infused into Charlotte's words.
Here are two poems for Charlotte:
CHRISTSPRING
Eternity’s harbinger roots and stems
In the turning tulips, sunny daffodillies
Forsythia, hyacinth, and vernal egg
Budding, bursting, bounding forth
You rise – born new from earth’s tomb
Crowned with seed jacket, clothed in green and purple perfection:
Heavensprung Champion
I BELIEVE
I believe in Story, in stars, green grass & rain,
I believe in autumn leaves and natives on the plain
I believe in football games on Sunday & in my yard,
And milk-up-the-nose laughing that spurts out long & hard
I believe in arcs & whales & bread from bright blue sky
In caterpillars that get wings just after they die
I believe in Goldilocks & three bears in their den
I believe in One True Myth that died and rose again
Love,
Crazy Aunt Sally (aka MP)
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