Apple blossoms
each petal curves
not quite white
edged in pink,
five, spread like fingers
and around each flower
an array of five more
pink buds in waiting
and beneath the buds
the spray of young green
leaves spread to the sun
their gentle trembling
belies the push
and thrust of growth
sap running strong
like the brisk wind
that ruffles these
delicacies
not quite white
edged in pink,
five, spread like fingers
and around each flower
an array of five more
pink buds in waiting
and beneath the buds
the spray of young green
leaves spread to the sun
their gentle trembling
belies the push
and thrust of growth
sap running strong
like the brisk wind
that ruffles these
delicacies
posted by MB at 9:34 AM
23 Comments:
beautiful! i can see, feel, smell and hear so vividly through your poetry! thank you!
I have buds on the 53 year old rosebush my Mom planted before I was born in my front yard, and soon the "tulip tree" my grandfather gave my Dad to plant the spring after I was born will be flowering (and dripping sap everywhere, lol).
Never could I do either of them justice with words!
Such a gift you have, and are!
alan
Snowsparkle, thank you!
Alan, the gift to me was to look out my kitchen window this morning and see the apple tree in bloom. And now to read your lovely comment! And what an amazing thing it must be for you to live with beautiful plants like these that your parents set into the earth to accompany you through your life. Dripping sap and all! ;-)
MB,
I don't think anything is prettier than an apple tree in full bloom. You evoke the scene and mood well here.
An apple would blush reading this! Lovely tribute to the Apple!
We have two apple trees in our garden, but they're a long way from flowering, but green is sprouting everywhere and it's been sunny today, so I feel like spring is finally on its way. Thank-you for the early blossoms.
I am the leaf that shivers in the wind with these words warming my face as I grow.
beautiful. i'll trade you...image for image
http://www.pbase.com/yllstonewolf/image/37466060
A beautiful portrait of these apple blossoms. You convey them in all of their loveliness.
Anne, that's gorgeous. Especially against the weathered wood.
I'm so glad you share these treasures with us :) Thank you for the lovely image.
You look at the world with the reverence and attention it deserves. I'm always grateful to see what you see.
i, too, love the apple blossoms. ours is not yet blooming - but the cherries are. unfortunately for us the deer love them both so we will see if we can get through the summer with the same number of lower branches we begin with. :(
these stanzas felt like haiku to me - even though the meter is a little different.
I can feel the blossoms touch my hand as the wind blows them from the tree
Incredible imagery and pace azulejo! The last three stanzas unfold and transform like the climax in a D.H. Lawrence novel. This is terrific writing!
¡Felicitaciones! Usted ha encontrado el suelo que fértil plantar sus palabras hermosas.
Firehawk, I agree! Thank you.
tica, yes it would. But then, isn't that what beautiful Spring is about?
Sue, then you have a great pleasure of your own to anticipate!
Mermaid, thank you!
Anne, the contrast between that photo and the one on your blog this morning is stunning! Ah, the vagaries of changing seasons! Both gorgeous photos.
RD, thank you!
Jennifer, thank you for stopping by and leaving a comment! I'm glad you enjoyed the poem.
Patry, I am always grateful for your generous and perceptive comments, and most of all, for the simple fact that you come here to read.
Sky, your comparison to haiku is interesting and I think I see what you mean. Totally unintentional, however!
Lee, oh yes! The buzzing of the bees. Glad you heard it!
Endment, what a lovely response. Thank you.
Lhombre, muchas gracias! Quizas yo seré, un dia, una verdadera jardinera! (Like the way that rhymed?)
What I like best (after a few re-reads)?
The slow viewpoint shift from being in extreme close-up right up near the pistil/stamen, to backing away a bit to see the buds, and further pulling back to see the whole, and then to see the landscape.
Lovely mind's eye camerawork, MB!
;-)
I always appreciate your close observation of the natural world, MB. This poem is no exception. And I have fond memories of apple blossom, so thank you for the reminder.
Votre poème rend ces fleurs encore plus belles qu'en réalité !
Magie de la poésie !
A very beautiful poem, MB. I especially like what lies beneath the blossoms, "their gentle trembling/belies the push/and thrust of growth".
Lori, I really appreciated your comment. Especially coming from you who do such wonderful camera work yourself.
Mary, I am glad you appreciate these poems. It makes me feel good to know I have stirred pleasant memories.
Jean, je sais seulement que j'aime ces fleurs! Merci pour vos mots genereux.
Brenda, thank you. You have identified the poem's pivot point.
Silvermoon, thank you for your kind words, and thanks for reading! I'm very glad you enjoyed it.
Yes and finally it came
Welcome to Spring, Sue!
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