
Outside my library window
Nascent bright green leaves, softly wave.
An elaborate contrast against
The rugged black bark of old Mesquite
Whose arms stretch out to embrace Spring
In long feathery finery.
Rising in the near distance against
The perfect blue sky
Behind old Mesquite
Pusch Ridge presents itself.
It will disappear in a few weeks as
Mesquite becomes denser,
A screen and shade against the
Slowly increasing heat
of Summer sun.
Dwarf Chaste Tree,
Little sister to old Mesquite,
Sits under his protective arms
Shyly showing her tightly leafed buds
In tiny clumps,
Inviting Spring’s release.
Beautiful
I love poetry that showcases nature, and one of our seasons.
Love this. Spring is so beautiful.