Dazzling white and heady scent,
You still me in wonderment.
Dormant, silent for so long,
Then equinox when you belong,
From bare branches explodes your truth,
Fountains flooding of spring’s youth.
Pure and fragile, wild and free,
Blossom smothers, entrances me.
Just weeks ago your branches bare,
No-one noticed. No-one stared.
Your dormant form echoed mine,
Waiting, waiting, biding time.
Then sun’s new birth – ascension, free
A staggering sight. A reborn me.
In twilight hours a moon hung whole,
Your branches burst reveal your soul.
The stars are envious of earthbound light,
Which mirrors back star studded night.
Blackthorn beauty bright and free
Reflection of a new free me.