Flowers—Lines—Ice

Making more

Outside the youth center, between the liquor store   
and the police station,
a little dogwood tree is losing its mind;

overflowing with blossomfoam,   
like a sudsy mug of beer;
like a bride ripping off her clothes,

dropping snow white petals to the ground in clouds,

so Nature’s wastefulness seems quietly obscene.   
It’s been doing that all week:
making beauty,
and throwing it away,
and making more.

by Tony Hoagland an excerpt of “A Color of the Sky”

from What Narcissism Means to Me (2003)

5 responses

  1. I love the dogwood blossoms against the black background! Thank you for including the Tony Hoagland poem as well.

    May 14, 2021 at 6:48 am

  2. Sandy Connolly

    This is making my day!! I LOVE the poem!!

    May 14, 2021 at 10:14 am

  3. Beautiful! 😀💕

    May 14, 2021 at 10:17 am

  4. And you do Lemony 🌸🌷 always 🤓”It’s been doing that all week:
    making beauty’ I appreciate the beauty you share ~ happy weekending smiles hedy ☺️💫

    May 14, 2021 at 10:42 pm

  5. Lovely shot, Lemony. But I can’t help myself from pointing out that he apparently misunderstands ecology. I know…I am a curmudgeonly wet blanket. 🙂

    May 17, 2021 at 5:45 am

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