Give me this kind
of drift any day while
the frosty magnolia
sheds its blooms, when
pear petals precipitate
upon grounded shooting
stars, and loose dust from
dandelions covers sweet
woodruff whispering at
a birch’s foot, the peels
of bark pages telling
our triumphant tales
about surmounting
winter’s summits.
NaPoWriMo #28
I’m writing a poem every day in April as part of NaPoWriMo’s celebration of National Poetry Month. Won’t you join me in poetry?
Suburban Satsangs 
Lovely.
Thanks so much, Adrian!
Brilliant. My favorite part is “frosty magnolia” — that’s awesome. But the whole of it, the imposing of winter words on spring image, is like a very subtle weave. A lovely expression of relief and survival.
Of course the fiery sun is the perfect balance in the photo. Very artful.
Thanks Maureen. This came to mind as the bradford pear in my yard was “snowing” and although the photo shows candytuft, I couldn’t resist the other name for bishop’s weed or goutweed for the title.