Friday, May 06, 2016

Favorite Tree and Poem

Every spring I wait in anticipation for this neighbour's tree to blossom.
I love it and the poem I am about to quote (below) by James Wright.  Whenever I see the tree as it is right now, I  feel exactly as the description in the last sentence of "A Blessing,"

Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.
They have come gladly out of the willows
To welcome my friend and me.
We step over the barbed wire into the pasture
Where they have been grazing all day, alone.
They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness
That we have come.
They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other.
There is no loneliness like theirs.
At home once more,
They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.
I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,
For she has walked over to me
And nuzzled my left hand.
She is black and white,
Her mane falls wild on her forehead,
And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear
That is delicate as the skin over a girl’s wrist.
Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break
Into blossom.


  1. Oh la! How fabulous Kate, tree and words. I wonder if this is a crepe myrtle tree, I have been looking at them as possibilities for the garden. Glorious colour!

  2. Incredible tree. Love the poem, too!

  3. Now under you wait for that tree to flower! Our blossoms are behind you so it will be a week or so until we see such beauty here.

  4. An ideal poem, and what a glorious sight this tree makes.

  5. What a spectacular display. Beautiful.

  6. WOW!! That tree is simply stunning. What incredible beauty! I love the poem too.

  7. That is an incredible stunning tree. The poem fits it well.

  8. What a wonderful tree, great photos.

  9. I can see why you anticipate that tree. It reminds me of a couple I've looked forward to in other places I've lived. And thank you for the beautiful poem.

  10. Gorgeous tree, Kate. (If I ever told my golfing buddies that if I stepped out of my body I would break into blossom, I would be kicked out of my foursome.)


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