7. First Fruit

From A Thread of Scarlet (2024)

It flowers first when all is brown,
dead,
dormant,
gone,
the faintest hints of springshine’s song.

On branches barren,
empty,
free,
the buds appear on lonely tree.

And though the air slaps chilling,
heartless,
frozen,
cruel,
the stubborn streaks of pink persist.

Paint:

Shocking eyes from palettes dull,
breathless,
waiting,
watching.

And 
I 
hope.

Composed February 22, 2024, 5:30 a.m. by Mark Feezell / DrFeezell.com
Included in Feezell’s poetry collection A Thread of Scarlet (2024)
Dedicated to the Public Domain (CC0 1.0) 2024

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Image: Redbud Tree Flowers (IMG_2930)

poetry, A Thread of Scarlet (2024)