First morning of spring, my husband said, “You’re missing a show outside.” He was right. I grabbed my camera and went out on the deck in my PJs. The air was cool, but the sun was coming up sending a beam of light down the bayou. There was a slight fog flying over the bayou. My mind wandered to poetry.
When the fog floats above the water
like it is today, I believe
I could walk on water,
strap on my angel wings
and move toward the light.Could heaven be as beautiful as this?
–Margaret Simon
My friend Susan brought me a seedling of a Red Buckeye tree. Her note said, “I sprouted this seedling from a buckeye in our yard, so it should do well in yours also. I would recommend leaving it in its pot until next January keeping it watered and in partial shade. Hope that it thrives for you. Happy Spring!”
I have high hopes for this little tree. The problem is I usually kill plants. But this one came to me in the spirit of spring, new life. It must live, right? It has angel wings.
What a beautiful view to wake up to! Spring is definitely in the air here although we are having a little cold spell – well colder than it’s been. A high of 58 today, when last week we were in the 70s. Everything is blooming though – making me happy!
Gorgeous. I really hope that Buck Eye makes it and you’re posting about it’s growth next year.
Your poem is as beautiful as is the landscape that inspired it. Good luck with that buckeye!
Now I know what those trees are. Thank you. Connie Currie
Beauty.From top to bottom. So honored to be in your space here and face to face. It’s magical.
Lovely that your husband called, and that you saw that lovely sunrise over the bayou, then shared with us. Have a great week, Margaret, & happy spring with your new buckeye!
Your poem took my breath away. I know there will be some poems about that tree in your future! Thank you for sharing.
I was all set for a snow poem. That’s what would work here but no, you are sharing early spring… I thank you Margaret 🙂
Love the poem. Love your little seedling, too. Good luck with it. I have a tree in my yard that grew from a seed of a tree in my mother’s yard. It is so special to have a tree you have watched as it grew from something so small.
That is one of my most favorite Margaret Simon poems, my friend.
I love that your husband said, “You’re missing a show outside.” What a beautiful view to see each morning!! The poem is as beautiful as that view!