And the budding begins
sticky tree buds emerge
from bare wood
Reddish at first
shading to luminous green
a promise
Nature now waits
as do I, with baited breath
for the right moment
Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond
This is a rewrite of an earlier poem, Study in Green, re-visited for Sarahs challenge about seasonal changes over at EarthWeal
The Cheesesellers Wife 
Oh yes, yes, yessity yes! Soon…
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Yes!!!!
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I am excited to have moved into a place where my bnig front window looks out over two very old, big Japanese cherry trees which create a canopy of gloriouspink blooms each spring. This year I will witness the flowering, and sit underneath the sweetness. Yay!
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You are very fortunate! Our Japanese cherry died in 2019. The fallen blossoms look like pink snow.
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Beautiful, bring on the spring and enlightenment!
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‘the budding begins’ – I love this idea of expectant waiting and hoping. I saw bees buzzing around the rosemary today and if that isn’t cause for hope, I don’t know what is…
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🐝 Bees! Definitely a good sign!
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I’m just a bit jealous as we are months away from those buds.
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Must admit I thought deciduous trees budded in late winter everywhere. 🙃
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A promise…and suddenly, it’s spring! (although we also have a while to wait…) (K)
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But it’s coming, it’s coming…..😉
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Such beautiful anticipation.
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Thanks Lindi
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I am ogling the buds on my cherry tree too, just waiting for the gorgeous pink canopy to open…………
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Early spring is the belief in the tiniest of signals that life is returning. So pregnant here! – Brendan
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Indeed!
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Wonderful, Kim! I’m looking out of my window at sticky buds on our cherry tree – you captured it perfectly, especially the way that they are reddish at first and the expectation that they will shade to luminous green. My kind of promise!
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When I wrote that poem, I was sitting underneath a tree full of winter buds…..
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Lovely poem and really begins the budding. I saw yours and you inspired me to join in too even though I am at a distance now to Navasola I can use old photos of each month to remind me. So thanks for your writing and the links to earthweal.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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i enjoyed your poem so much….
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Thank you!
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