A Body, a Tree

A white sepal falls, it is of the early May bloom, it is of a blossomed tree that smothers with the light yielding weight of its insistence, that it will be stirred with the gentle wind. A bee can hover, intent on its hunger for the floweret's soft pink nectar. And the black body of the bee is a deep night, its dawn colored wings are a flutter of heart strings that are plucked by the sound of the children at their delightful play: shouts(orders); laughter(independence); a melody of youth sung as the spring birds weave a dance over the children's bodies. A deflated shiny balloon is the captive of the distant watchful trees with desert-red buds, whose limbs shape the faces of ancient spectres, seen through the snow tints of the wind blown petals milling an early May. May 2, 2021