Purpose Driven Life

The winter was so mild
that the roses held some leaves
even through the light snows
and hard freezes.

Spring has surged
so green and sudden
that the Bradford pears
have already gone
from bloom to leaf.

Tiny white petals
float on the surface
of the horse trough,
pushed by the breeze
toward the northeast corner.

The crabapple
to the corner of the garage
is flooded with its
delicate, pinkish blooms.

Just north of the house,
the ornamental peach tree
is so saturated with the deep pinks of blooms
against dark branches
it seems that it could not possibly keep itself

from bringing forth fruit.

H. Arnett
3/28/12

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About Doc Arnett

Native of southwestern Kentucky currently living in Blair, Kansas, with my wife of twenty-five years, Randa. We have, between us, eight children and twenty-one grandkids. We enjoy singing, worship, remodeling and travel.
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