I'm in Pennsylvania at my parent's place for a week.
The world suddenly remembered it is April and the temperature dropped to the mid-40s after a CRAZY storm with rain, wind, sleet and hail. It snowed to the north.
April in effect y'all. It is the cruelest month after all.
I am fascinated by plants that bloom before they get leaves. Dogwood, magnolia, hawthorn. It's something to do with the long limbs holding a single flower. Like some sort of peace offering after winter. An attempt to calm the weather down and ask forgiveness of the showiness of summer.
Here is a poem about all that eye-candy.
The hands are holding - fingers like
pear blushed magnolia - letting go - reconnecting
And like other leafless flowering plants
bodies slowly open their coats - leave their torsos
exposed to the soft rain
Witch hazel bursts against brick walls - shocks - leaves
after images on the eye