the winds that rushed in yesterday
to strip branches of their blooms
flipped trash can lids, sent them
spinning down the street,
cast crows into chaotic aeronautics
and sent all songbirds deep
into their shrubbed shelters
but today, they come out singing
blithely tumbling between trees,
the sidewalks surprised by pink –
awash in piles of petals
© Sarah Whiteley
ebbtide 
Hopefully the national wind storm will have a calm after the storm also.
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one can still hope…
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Such a glorious celebration in these lines, Sarah!
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Enjoyed this. If memory serves me correctly, you also live in the Pacific Northwest? Crazy weather this spring. (There was a tornado in Monroe recently, for heaven’s sake!)
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You are correct! And yes, we’ve had some wild weather this year so far. Looking forward to some real sun 🙂
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Me too. Am eager to get outside, plant a garden and all that!
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beautifully worded , Sarah, a truly spring poem. I’m happy to see you writing again 🙂
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Thank you so much! I realized I haven’t been getting notifications when you post, but I think I fixed it. Have missed reading you! 🙂
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and I also did not post for a long, long time. I have missed reading you too 🙂
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