“April’s Tree”


“April’s Tree”

The tree outside my window flutters green.
She’s pregnant with Bach’s flute sonata soon.
Delighted with her lofty leaf,  she leans
as pigeon poets wrap within her, croon.

You’ve had the better hour of my bright morn
and still I pause to hear you play your part;
enticing birds_ those  jazz-men with a horn,
that play for you and I with all their heart.

Lush tree, framed in my window, I profess
we’re blessed to have you in our sunlit ground.
Our April captures joy with your success
I hear melodic beams of mellow sound.

Oh, solid tree, if God be anywhere,
he’s in your leafy poem that we share.

MVC-005SPhoto by J. Casey

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