Words To Love: Burgeoning
It is July, year twenty twenty.
Summer sky has not been great.
One often wants what one can’t get.
There has been thunder, lightening, storm, wind, rain -
Even hale! Yet,
Garden and the forest burgeon:
Sprouting unfamiliarly on roadside margins;
Upward, outward, inward, downward;
Grasses verdant, vari-colored,
All hail to the weather god!
Fruits and bees, the reckoned with, the seasonal
Thinned out, not come as usual;
Normal berries, for example -
Fewer berries. Ne'er a berry.
One must admit
This burgeoning is overwhelming;
Branch, bough, shoot, each flabbergasting.
Burgeoning is such a warming, loving, word.
Nature’s silent, secret growing. going on unheard,