© 2018 Barbara Grace Lake

 

A look into my dogwood tree
Shows silken blossoms blinding white
A hint of green where buds will leaf
A tree’s new love

Azaleas boldly red on green
Camellias gently pink and white
They shine for all but once a year
Their gift of love

Blue skies may herald summer’s gain
Hot sun too strong makes some plants wilt
The next day heavens open up
The rains of love

My orange trees give shade and fruit
Their crowns are home to squirrels, birds
Where mockingbirds can sing all day
Their song of love

The courtship rituals are past
New birdlings loudly pipe their need
Winged parents nurture, coddle till
They leave for love

In constant motion back and forth
From tips of trees to wires to roofs
Their wings buoyed up by love of flight
For them pure love