Posted April 21, 2011
"APRIL - POETRY MONTH"
DOGWOOD WINTER
She waits for a certain tree
to bloom in April knowing
there will be respite
from eighty degree weather
so she can better prepare
for the enveloping heat
of soon to be summer fare.
And she wonders at God's
wisdom, giving her warmth
and spring beauty in doses
like balm to remove gray scales
from her below thirty-two
degree farenheit adjusted eyes.
And never failing to delight
her, white blooms burst
from green buds once red
blossoms designed to remind
of pierced bloodstained
flesh, unfolding, delicate pale
to the universe's canvas
and she can't help but wonder
"Who could treat a dog like that?"
Wrapping her sweater around
her chilled body she thanks
God for nature's jogging
her memory, lest she forgets
the meaning of outstretched hands.