The Spring I Waited for the Dogwood to Bloom

[Maureen C. Berry]

What a beautiful poem. I have a gorgeous, pale green, flowering dogwood tree in my yard and I walk past it every day. Once I stood still long enough to watch a cicada molt. I think I need to write a poem about that. Good morning LeeAnn, thank you for inspiring me. xo

[LeeAnn Pickrell]

Oh you should write one.

[Maureen C. Berry]

Thanks for the inspo. xo

[26thAvenuePoet (Elizabeth)]

Such a beautiful poem, LeeAnn, and such a rich well of memories from that question of "when did you become a poet?" I took the question to my journal and wrote about nearly a dozen times that I became (first, last, again) the poet that I was then, the one I am now.

[LeeAnn Pickrell]

How lovely. There are so many moments when we become again and again.

[Margaret Ann Silver]

So beautiful.

[LeeAnn Pickrell]

Thanks, Margaret Ann, and for the restack too!

[Tamsin 🍂]

So beautiful and tender

[LeeAnn Pickrell]

Thanks, Tamsin!

[Caroline]

Thank you for your beautiful poem. Now I'm thinking, when did I become a poet? An interesting question to explore

[LeeAnn Pickrell]

Thanks, Caroline.

[X. P. Callahan]

What a lovely celebration with your colleagues!

[LeeAnn Pickrell]

It was such a special evening.

[Weston Parker]

That gathering for your reading must have been a blast. It takes more than patience to wait for blossoms to arrive. I have felt that way after a long hard winter with the crocus and the daffodils.

[LeeAnn Pickrell]

Thanks, Wes. There is something so powerful about those first blossoms.

[Frances Ray]

LeeAnn, thank you for reposting this magnificent poem. I love it.

[LeeAnn Pickrell]

Thanks, Frances.

[Always Already]

Happy Spring!

[LeeAnn Pickrell]

And a Happy Spring to you!

[Darlene Moore Berg]

Everywhere I live I plant a dogwood tree. Behind me now a woods with its own native dogwoods. Each spring a new story unfolds.

[carla]

"I was only myself

yet softened by mornings"

gorgeous poem 🫶

[Caroline Mellor]

Gorgeous poem, Leeann!