Dogwood trees blooming
Delicate lace scattered like
Whispers of spring
Ooh. I love the whispers of spring.
Thanks, Pam. That’s what the dogwoods remind me of. 🙂
Jan, this is lovely. I grew up with dogwood trees in northeastern Oklahoma, and I miss them.
Your poem does them justice.
Thank you, Sandy. I used to live in Oklahoma, too, and the dogwoods of spring were always my favorite!
I lived in Tahlequah, do you know it?
Sandy, I’ve been there a few times, but not in many years. We took a couple of float trips from there — beautiful. I lived in Tulsa for about 28 years.
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