Response to “Birches” by Frost

Written for:  Poetic Asides Countdown to April PAD – T-minus 3

A milder March gives way to
April’s indecisiveness. Budded
trees may open only to close
like delicate daffodils
in chill wind. So sad
am I to see a promising
bud wither before it has
a chance to grow. What
to plant this year–and
when. Nothing like fresh
herbs from your own garden,
and lavender to sway
in breezes, perfuming
a yard. As flowers are
dependent on Mother Nature
to flourish, eventually they
die out. I wonder how long
their season is compared
to my own.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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