Petal-Mettle

 

Mainly I keep this apple tree

to enjoy the delight of its 'petal-mettle'💗

Sometimes I like to linger where

Whisper of blossoms tease the air

To lie beneath its sigh and drink

The lullaby of petal pink

To marvel at the loyal flow

Of nature’s royal color-show

Cupped in each bud and seed until

God’s tug unfolds its miracle

Sometimes the pen is not equipped

To spell the swell of looms, pink-tipped

The lyrics of first bloom, breeze-stirred

Eloquent without woo of word

I sense, where blossoms gleam and nod

Love letters, handwritten by God

Where soon its flower-ink will be

Showers of petal confetti

Sometimes I sing and leap and laugh

At the joy of God’s autograph

For earth and its fulness thereof

Runs rife with signatures of love

© Janet Martin