-This poem reflects on an orchard in full blossom as a radiant moment when spring gathers its beauty, sweetness, and promise into visible abundance.
By morning all the rows are bright,
each tree held open to the light,
white petals gathered branch by branch,
a hush of bloom across the land.
The air is sweet with living drift,
bees move softly through the shade,
and every path between the trees,
seems lined with tenderness and breath.
What winter kept in wood and root,
now rises full in scent and color,
a patient fullness come to form,
a thousand small awakenings.
To stand within such fleeting grace,
is to feel the season near,
not only as a time of bloom,
but as a promise made visible.