Red Bud miracle – budding blossoms survived two snow storms and freezing temperatures to open – one of a handful of times ever.
Impatient green unfolding moist penetrating growth ascending – life reborn in joy’s season of gentle light and new warmth
You chose this time to join the earth strength gone for striving upwards content to mulch the garden of generations
Please forgive my long-standing inattention. This has been a difficult and distracting time with major human and canine health concerns. My mother-in-law of 96 years died today. For many months she struggled and fought the onslaught with accustomed stubbornness; in the end she did not suffer too severely. Her advanced age and rich full life don’t seem to make things easier for the family. About these pictures: Ruth would have said that “red bud” is the wrong name for this tree – the blossoms are not red, they’re magenta.
This poem is written for her and also for my own mother, who died several years ago in the spring.