The mountain laurel in bloom Constructed like needlework Tiny half-pulled stitches piercing Flushed and striped petals…                                                 … Continue reading →

… But now, in spring, the buds,  flock our trees. Ten million exquisite buds tiny and loud, flaring their petalled wings, bellowing from ashen branches vibrant keys, the chords of spring’s triumph… The song is drink, is color.  Come.  Now. … Continue reading →

My magnolia tree is going mad! what delicious blossoming: on branches bare a month ago this blush, first flush of Spring, on limbs unburdened by their weight not buds, but birds, burgeoning: rose-pink breasted, moon-white crested fledglings and doting pairs, … Continue reading →

 Let us whir with the golden spoke-wheels Of the sun. For tomorrow Winter drops into the waste-basket,               And the calendar calls it March.                                                                                          – Amy Lowell (Lot # 3401 Bellwort Path) The scientific definition of the beginning of spring … Continue reading →