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Flowering Trees

                                                                  

Quite possibly, this flowering–fruit–tree afternoon,

Beneath a vault quite conceivably more cerulean

Than the bluest-hued welkin I've ever seen,

 

The air astir with the gentlest blur of petals

Drifting down from a grove of cherry blossoms

Blooming the whitest white against the cloudless sky...

 

Quite plausibly, at least to my mind's eye,

My imagination's capacity for limitless dazzlement,

This is nature's finest hour,

 

An entire season of blooming beauty in one afternoon,

A day–before–Easter-Sunday epiphany,

A resurrection of all mankind's dreams of peace —

 

Trees pulsating with the ageless echoes of Eden

(Redbuds, saucer and star magnolias,

Bradford pears, weeping cherries, flowering crabs),

 

Trees, not symbols of horrific death by crucifixion,

Boasting their own glorious renascence,

Exquisite leafless beings showing the rest of us how,

 

Without doing anything other than accepting them,

The divine purity of their presence,

Our lives can be transformed, transmuted, transfigured.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                               

 

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