[Lady Jag]

April

Enchanted mornings burst with surprise intemperate colours lure the clock impatience charges the pulse of the time vigor and passion, ardent eyes resplendent fascination of life rife with interrogation new reasons invented, ornated, aborned in laycinths tell and bight - revelation in holy lilies white majesty. Sloughing off grey fatigue, I blend with blades of grass with seeds bearing fruit without end with shells, mothers of pearls with trees stretching arms up in the light my songs are kites flying high red balloons dancing in the sky pigeons soaring together over the roofs. I am writing letters full of love. Did laughter and I always share the same redolent, promising air? Frederick M. Markhan

[WayzataJOHNN]

Just For Fun

[yorkie]

The Dogwood Tree
Anonymous

When Christ was on earth, the dogwood grew
To a towering size with a lovely hue.
Its branches were strong and interwoven
And for Christ's cross its timbers were chosen

Being distressed at the use of the wood
Christ made a promise which still holds good:
“Not ever again shall the dogwood grow
To be large enough for a tree, and so

Slender and twisted it shall always be
With cross-shaped blossoms for all to see.
The petals shall have bloodstains marked brown
And in the blossom's center a thorny crown.

All who see it will think of Me,
Nailed to a cross from a dogwood tree.
Protected and cherished this tree shall be
A reflection to all of My agony.”

***This is a touching and inspiring legend, but there is no Biblical signifance in it.***