The Dogwood Never Fails

Now Faith and Hope and Charity— Upon these three men all agree None greater can in heart reside. More fickle, though, are veins of wood, And tenderest April blossoms could (No lack of good intent besides) Be withered by an ill-timed frost Or by nor’easter be accost’d. The life of blossoms is not sure! TheContinue reading “The Dogwood Never Fails”

Tulip People

Tulip people aren’t Crocus people. They don’t tweet out    slapdash signals of spring    at February’s first foray into the 50s. Tulip people are distinct from the Daffodil crowd— apart and unmoved, apparently unheralded    by spring’s delirious drum majors    and clamorous countryside. Tulip people aren’t Hyacinth hipsters     or Snowdrop snobs, norContinue reading “Tulip People”

The Greens of May

It’s the morning after the gala, and even the Cherry admits she overdid it this year. The Lilac’s purple litter has fallen and faded, and the King’s crown lies in state. The canopy’s canvas is bourgeoning with green— twenty different shades of verdancy gleam in fourteen splendored hours of sunlight. The blushing boughs of AprilContinue reading “The Greens of May”

I Have An Antique Rose

I have an antique rose; She waits patiently for me. When I draw nigh with pruning shears, She utters not a plea. Her thorny branches twine in knots, They tangle by degrees. Yet when I start to thin them out, She neither fights nor flees. She stands in proud defiance, An indomitable foe; It’s ne’erContinue reading “I Have An Antique Rose”