Today I saw the flowering parts of a Black Locust tree, which I think Mary Oliver described in a poem she called “Honey Locust”. Poetic license?
Today I saw the flowering parts of a Black Locust tree, which I think Mary Oliver described in a poem she called “Honey Locust”. Poetic license?
Today I saw the flowering part of a Russian Olive tree.
and.. for good measure, I also saw the flower of the aforementioned and oft (recently) photographed Bryony.
Leaves beginning to change color:
I am noun made whole
by your verb made flesh
accompany my spring
flower my summer
come to my falls and
envelop my winter
all grass leaps for your laughter
all fires cry for your breath
all trees ache for your mystery
all water boils at our death
soil me with your presence
and cleanse me with your smile
leave me all the better
and stay with me awhile