“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

4.30.2009

The Gift of the Cherry Laurel

The cherry laurel tree drops some magic on the plants below.

They accept with open arms.

The sidewalk that winds its way
beside the tree
and
under the blue lights ~
earlier laden with pear tree blossoms
and
red camellias ~
is now covered
with these tiny flowers.

I hear their song as they fall.

The cats build secret nests lined with their perfume,
tucked away in the darkness under the stairs,
adding pink petals
from a late blooming dogwood
and
honeysuckle blossoms.

I stand under the tree
and wait for the wind
to cover me with magic.
I will bring a piece with me
when I come back inside.

11 comments:

  1. And now I am off to my own backyard hammock to make myself available to magic. I'll bring some back for me and wish a little more of it to travel your way.

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  2. This makes me feel the need to get out with nature again.
    The winter she hath been too longeth.
    xxoxo!

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  3. Wow! That is magical! Is that really for real???? Your area has a lot of flowers everywhere. I mean, blankets and carpets of the stuff! I feel quite envious!

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  4. Magic is right...this is so wonderful!

    xo

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  5. These are beautiful word pairings, filled with emotion and music.

    You are such a talented writer. Never stop sharing your gifts.

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  6. Relyn - That sounds wonderful! We are still dealing with rain, so no hammock quite yet.

    Gillian - It's that in-between period I think that makes us long so for spring. That not-quite-winter, not-quite-spring. :)

    Paula - Very real! :) We do have lots of flowers & blooming trees. I love watching the wind blow flowers from the trees - very fairy-tale like!

    Celeste - Thank you!

    And you too, Hele!

    Deborah - Here I almost have no words. Thank you so much.

    :) Debi

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  7. m a g i c

    and oh
    i adore that photo:)

    happy weekend!

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  8. Every day this week I have been walking under a beautiful tree full of blossom at the bottom of my mountain. It is in a bit of a clearing amongst the big trees, so the sun shines directly down on it. I literally stand there in awe as I look at it. Yesterday, it was in full bloom. Last night we had a wind and this morning, most of the blossoms were gone. But now I understand. They aren't really gone...they have just been scattered to other places, casting magical spells on everything they touch.

    xo

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  9. So pretty they are like tiny dancers, performing on their stage of green. lovely photo!

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