raindrops and buds on the cherry laurel tree yesterday morning.
this is where it starts.
soon this tree will be dropping blossoms onto the sidewalk,
and this is the thing,
look how happy it is even now.
this spring it will be drenched in white flowers
but it is cheerful in its nakedness,
embracing its emptiness.
smarter than me.
it knows to everything there is a season
and frets not.
the good stuff needs roots and time and sunshine
it needs blue skies and gray.
this morning begins with a sky of blue. when the tv weatherman said tomorrow would be 20 degrees cooler, i sighed, i huffed and puffed and complained to myself than i would have to do laundry tonight, would have to wash socks, would have to bundle up, would have to this and that, and i just generally got all tight in mental preparation. january be damned, i wanted it to stay warm. i forgot what the cherry laurel knows.
i'm sure that tree giggles at me every time i pass beneath its branches.