Wednesday, June 15, 2016

The Tree





Eight years I passed this tree
     Almost daily
Never once noticing it

Until the morning sun struck
     Just right
Lit up its orchid-like blossoms



Catalpa memories flooded back
     My wishing tree
Beans canned in a playhouse

Memories of intoxicating fragrance
     Buzzing bees
Carefree summers roaming the farm



 Red-winged Blackbirds warned me away
     From their marshy homes
I remembered, too, their dive bomb attacks

As we followed the cow paths
     Down the lane
Fetching bossies for evening milking


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