Amid the Buds

Branches bending. Heaven sending
gusts of grace into this place in time.
The cold of winter starting to unwind.
Amid the buds, a flower's love
for earth and air, the rain and all the sky.

It never had to have a reason why.
Birth and growth, a scent supreme -
loving life that dies within the dream.
Illusive beauty opening into the eyes of man.

It never fought or took a fighting stance.
Yet, sure as all the branches bending
in the springtime breeze,
it lives itself into eternity...

? Michaelette ?

4/15/2003
Copyright© 2003 Michaelette L. Romano
All Rights Reserved
Take me home . . .