On Nature’s Stage

All through winter

and now into spring

that hydrangea, red-brown leaves,

blossoms beige, sang boldly

of faded glory. The leaves

were the first to go

leaving the blossoms to sing solo.

The blossoms’ song is finishing now,

and it won’t be long before a new song,

one celebrating unfolding green

and bridal white, will begin.


This entry was posted in poetry.

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