Blackthorn

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.

Author: Lowrey E. Gray

Usually found with a cup of tea, a pet or a book, I am most content with life's humble gifts. A catch up with friends and home baked cakes is my idea of bliss. My heart beats where my family are close but my soul will always be in that place between sunset and sunrise. 💚

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