The cherry trees softly painted
against the first blue of spring
raise hope within the earth,
their secret wish released
from the dark fold of winter
in a daring flow of pink
upon silence.
The cherry trees softly painted
against the first blue of spring
raise hope within the earth,
their secret wish released
from the dark fold of winter
in a daring flow of pink
upon silence.
Beautiful Don, … The sun is also celebrating here in Ashland, pouring her warmth over earth and flesh. What beauty and wisdom is found in witnessing the daily births of creation. We are so blessed to live on this beautiful planet .. and to focus on nature and into the eyes of another.
Thank you.
Lyrical, Don… Just Love the way the Mother brings Hope anew in Spring.
Nice Don. Cherry blossoms have always meant spring to me. My childhood neighborhood was lined with them. Pink snow as the wind blew.
Ah yes, “pink hope” even found Bend yesterday, though riding a mighty slow pony…
Simply brilliant. I love this poem. For some reason it reminded me of
raising children; that we don’t raise children, we raise hope.