Manhunt
Driving through
the
morning’s round of drop-offs
the radio
tells of man
hunting man
and I watch
as magnolia trees
drop great
showers of
silky,
blushing blooms.
Spring is
the foolish season
whose beauty
we cannot long endure
so the
trees, in their gracefulness,
weep their
soft and silent petals
knowing we’ll need their leafy shade
to hide us
from the searing sun.
So much
beauty falling on the silent earth,
so much beauty
fallen.
Love!
Thanks, Reggie.
Beautiful Kelly. Thanks.
You're welcome, Dad.
This is lovely Kelly, thanks for linking it up with us as we dive into Wonderstruck.
Stopping by via Duane. Beautiful words! Thanks!