Just Outside My Window

Forsythia is pure joy. There is not an ounce, not a glimmer of sadness or even knowledge in forsythia. Pure, undiluted, untouched joy. - Anne Morrow Lindbergh

a woodpecker em'bark'ed in the rat-a-tat-tat of halcyon machine gun fire

rhododendrons lassoed lavender smiles

a forsythia shot absurd, unhinged, yellow fireworks upward and outward

not-so-incognito dandelions danced a cancan 'neath yellow berets as they tried to blend inconspicuously with a plush emerald sea

a blue spruce clung to deep life despite its nonfatal diagnosis of cyanosis

twin, blooming pear trees stood slim and tall like spring's library bookends, blanched candleholders

all of this just outside my window in a bold, brazen reminder that not all kindled flame smolders

the situation hardly what you'd call dire

despite my being caught in all of this bounteous, emblazoned crossfire

Author's Note

“In a pleasant spring morning all men's sins are forgiven.” - Thoreau

Reviews

[In Em's Wonderland]

Wonderful how problems can become frozen when one is able to take a simple glance out of their window. Listen to the many sounds. Smell the flowers or freshly mowed lawn. Taste the air. Everything ceases to exist once mindfulness is involved.

[Pete]

nature is the best medicine. i take comfort in its beauty and truth. thank you for sharing.

[emmajoygreen]

Beautiful! Superb! Extraordinary creation.. all from and by you, your mind's eye and heart's reception, Pete.

[Pete]

joy shared bidirectionally 'cross the pond! As my muse so judiciously swore, "In a pleasant spring morning all men's sins are forgiven." thanks em and enjoy unwrapping the gifted day!