Watch the wisteria fall
In white and purple wisps.
The smell reaches before the sight,
Wrapping me up in
Remembering childhood days,
Climbing in the flower coated trees,
Running on the porch coated in the
Even if the memories aren’t really mine.
Fragile petals weeping fragrant tears
Lay in the grass,
Caressed by the soft green blades
To watch fluffy white clouds
As they appear in pieces
Through the blooms reaching
Tender tendrils towards my body
Resting calming in the grass.
I’ve got spring fever…and I’ve got it bad. The sun is shining this morning and all I can think about is spring and flowers and warm weather. Too bad it’s only March 2 and things aren’t in bloom and the temperature has yet to reach above 50. It’s not spring yet. The wait is making me itch with anticipation and impatience. It’s frustrating knowing it’s so close and yet so far. A lesson in patience I guess – I’m not too fond of those.
What are some of your lessons in patience?