Sometimes it seems the flowers bloom for me

Today is fully spring, and still Easter and Mother*s Day.  I thought I saw the redbud blooming earlier this week, but this morning it has the full idea.  Also the crabapple, pink in the backyard.  The sun illuminates it beautifully.  Of course it does.  Sometimes it really does feel as though God has done all this just for me. And me, a Minnesota girl, even.  And a mother.  For me?  Really?  You shouldn*t have.  They*re simply gorgeous.  

All too often it*s the other way round.  It doesn*t occur to me that such things are offered to me as well as to everyone else. 

Today I start in a different place.  

 

Sometimes it seems the flowers bloom

For me:

The crabapple out back

The redbud in front

Fully pink this morning in the sun.

The new clematis

Will even bear a couple flowers

This year,

White, I think.

Sometimes it suits

To think of myself

Before I can think

To extend the celebration

Of flowers

Out into the world.

Most times it has been the other way round.

Maybe, I think, some of this is for me.

Today is sun, still Easter,

Mothers* Day.

Sometimes it seems right

To see just myself standing under blue sky

Morning sun,

Mother,

Before I can see the full pink trees,

The new clematis which promises

Two flowers this morning

For each and every mother

Everywhere.

The offered bouquet of the spring world.

New life offered to all those who offer

New life.

Full pink

Two small buds which promise

To flower.