A Scattering of Blossoms

A Scattering of Blossoms

 

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And they assemble in the likeness

Of a sumptuous Easter basket �"

 

And they are so vibrant in color

That they giggle and sing

 

Until the Gardener

Comes out to them.

 

Some of these wonderful creatures begin to swoon,

But their mistress gathers them up like children

Who want to be tossed in the air,

 

Just so they can come down

As something even better!

 

They are the pith of all that is petaled -

And they show like a prism of sunlit pastels!

 

Then, I see that an order of lilies

Is chairing that kind little boy to a place

Where he can observe the glory of the roses,

As they form vernal wreaths in resplendent display.

 

And they shimmer like unspooling ribbons of satin,

Streaming over Wedding Day grass �"

 

In open view of everyone,

 

And yearning to be seen!

 

 

And there is this marvelous choir

Of daisies and young tree crickets,

Singing like angels and looking sharp

In their tunics of gold and forest green.

 

And the trill of their rising voices

Causes the wildflowers to spin

 

Like little ballerinas

On the nearby hills -

 

Gleaming in the pulchritude

And the excellence of being

 

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Then, every face

Turns upward

 

Because the air is filling

With the hum of confetti bees

And the fluttering wings of butterflies:

The Scattering of the Blossoms has begun!

Because every life that has ever been imagined

And every good deed that has ever been easily done

Is signified in the unique descent of each perfect blossom,

As it seeks its place in this gloriously meaningful universe!

 

But now the Gardener rises above the Book of Life,

Like a big birthday balloon or the exuberant sun -

And all the pretty creatures beneath her

Are forming a great procession.

And they are shouting,

 

“The first love is the only love!

The first love is the only love!”