there are wiser things

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take from them what you can –

there are wiser things than those
that carry discernible voices –

down the street near the park,
five cherries are marked with orange

distorted by time and poor nourishment
(it’s no surprise they’ve failed to thrive)

and within this Spring’s feeble pink,
parting unfurled and scattered

come July, the city and their saws
will pare them down to stumps

before then, the crows and I
will grace them with a last goodbye

not with pious pity,
but with a graceful thanks

for their green rendering
of unknowable sky

© Sarah Whiteley

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mileposts

6:57 AM and light’s early overture
has warmed the cherry petals just enough
that the faintest scent of sweet emerges

maybe it’s more than just scribbling poets
who note these moments and mark the time,
mentally ticking off the mileposts to restoration

but this morning’s note is more than that –
today’s surfacing defines a full ten years,
and the cherry trees have bloomed to remind me

when my bus crosses John Street, I lose it –
cry quietly against the window at sunlight
pushing obdurately through the newest leaves

but by tiny degrees, I still find comfort
in the indomitable certainty that gently-scented,
spring will always return where you cannot

© Sarah Whiteley

A little sad today – marking the 10-year anniversary of losing my little brother. Don’t think I made a complete fool of myself on the bus – at least I hope not. I do find the cherry trees comforting. The bloom does go on.

On a side note, I do not recommend beginning spring by simultaneously breaking your toe and ripping the toenail off. Can we say ouch?! Yes,… yes we can. With a few other choice four-letter words thrown in for good measure!

peaceful gravities

this morning I startled
the sudden green flit
of a hummingbird
beak-deep in the hyacinth,
just as I and the morning
rounded the corner
at Republican and 18th

all things, it seems,
have their individual gravities
with a varying pull between –
and mine is perhaps now
an easier peace due to
the gravity of me with you
underneath the cherry trees

© Sarah Whiteley

I always feel a little special when I see hummingbirds, so this morning it was a nice treat to stumble across the little green fellow in the spring flowers. I was able to head into work a little later than usual today, so got to actually enjoy a little morning light and wildlife. And of course the crows were thrilled I remembered to bring breakfast. One hopped after me like a stray dog begging for more, so much so that a man walking in the opposite direction turned around and stared at me and my little corvid companion for a full block.

One tax deadline is done as of last night. One more spring deadline to go. I plan on catching up on my blog reading this week and weekend – looking forward to it! And after April 15th, there will be a nice little pair of announcements – one a big life transition, and the other just plain old fun!

Be well, my friends!