Some Thoughts on a Sunless Spring

 

Here's a scribble from my journal:

Who knows when the sun will shine again so

we can sit once more beneath the dogwood tree.

 

Right now its branches are in full bloom,

 

with petals not white or yellow or milk or cream –

they’re simply themselves

 

in spite of our steadfast rain

and the sudden April snow

 

that made the silken heads

of the proud red tulips bow.

I shared this freewrite with my adult students a few weeks ago, and they kindly shared their writing, too. Our congenial exchange brightened the sky inside my mind.