My first

My first thoughts of Spring

came on a Sunday

when the heavy storm clouds

were broken by a blue

I hadn’t seen in days.

A blue which could relinquish

the sun’s grasp and continue to shine.

It was then I saw the knots

of green, eager to bloom

on the elder tree

even though the oaks are yet

to drop every russet leaf.

 


 

Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2020

Between the Trees UK

Between the Trees US

Signed copies on Etsy

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