The dogwood will soon begin to leaf-out and bloom here in the Northeast. Lindbergh wrote this little poem to celebrate it:
The dogwood hurts me as I run
Beneath its load
Those white stars cascading
Down the wood road,
Those white blossoms with their faces
Upturned to the sun.
The grace of their branches is compassionate,
In an uncompassionate world.
The whiteness of their blossoms is too pure
To be unfurled
In a world soiled by the feet of men;
And they are open--too open,
In their flat uplifted acceptance
Of the sky.
(And I do not believe!)
(Oh, they deceive--they deceive!)
(And I shut my ears to their cry):
"Look, it is here, the answer,
It is here,
If you would only see,
If you would only listen,
If you would only open your heart."
"Look, it is here!"
Head over to Jama's Alphabet Soup for the Poetry Friday Round-Up, and, catch up on the goings-on in the children's book world of food!
Have a great Earth Day, too!