Resurrection

Photo credit here.

To Mom

The cherry spoke your name;

haloed by the sun,

a thousand angel wings

shimmering -

The blush of red bud,

pierced squares of dogwood,

party hat fronds clinging

to loropetalum.

My teammate once

scoffed at your many,

many pictures of trees

wondering a loud why

You loved them so.

Now, it's obvious she

did not understand,

had no appreciation of

Resurrection.

Now I do.

Until we met again.

I love you.