Each spring is a classroom
every growing thing shyly emerging
to be taught
the air rich with the scent of learning
of new growth finding
water and sun and sky
hair thick with cherry blossoms
each spring wipes away the old year
and teaches us
hope
Every May, I do a series of poems based on Victorian flower meanings. Welcome to the Darling Buds.
For more hope and learning, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.