Monday, April 11, 2011

Spring's Passing Parade

 Saturday evening...
We linger with our wine
By open, screenless windows,
  Lightning flashes in the distance.
A freshening breeze -- 
The crabapple tree sways,
Explodes in a shower of pink.
 Damp petals swirl through the windows,
Flutter down to pattern the table before us.
Spring's discarded finery.
 On Sunday morning, the goldfish 
Swim beneath the flung confetti
Of Spring's passing parade.

16 comments:

Desiree said...

Charming words and images, Vicki :)

Martin H. said...

"...the flung confetti
Of Spring's passing parade." Very nice, Vicki.

Anonymous said...

Your love for your place shines through your words. How lucky you are to be here now!
Deana

Brian Miller said...

love standing in the rain of petals of our pear tree...and love a good evening thunderstorm...helps me sleep...

Louise said...

Oh, that was beautiful. As beautiful as the pictures that inspired it.

Jill said...

Beautiful!!!

Darla said...

Exquisite...

NCmountainwoman said...

Beautiful poetry and gorgeous photographs. A great post!

Miss_Yves said...

Exquisite , indeed!
I love "flung confetti
Of Spring's passing parade."

jennyfreckles said...

Beautiful words and pictures, as always. Such a shame the glory doesn't last long, even though the petals look pretty floating in your pond.

Merisi said...

The crabapple tree spawns ... ;-)
Well, back to reading class,
I suppose. Beautiful spring images!

Tess Kincaid said...

What a beautiful little fish pond. Lovely words.

June said...

Some great images here.
As delightful as the fish are beneath the confetti, don't you wish those petals would stay on just a little longer, though?

R. Burnett Baker said...

Looks like a magical day!

maría cecilia said...

Well... salud!!! what can be better than having a glass of good wine looking to the beauty around!!!

maría cecilia said...

oh!!! and in good company, superb!!!!