Saturday, April 11, 2020
It Never Grows Old
It Never Grows Old
Redbud
blooms burst from bark,
fleck the tree with color,
then open into a haze of
purple.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2020
Labels:
cinquain,
Poetry Month 2020,
redbud,
Spring
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Nature is always by our side, isn't she? We have only to pause, notice, delight.
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