tiny moment

the oak trees are in bloom:

tassels of pale green cascade of the ends of twigs

festooned with Spanish moss,

yellow pollen covering everything.

in a tender moment, between the raindrops,

i see a tiny lady bug….

climbing up a tassel in the air,

right at my eye level…..

even if no one sees you are a flower,

BLOOM, you never know who might need to find shelter in your open petals.

About eteal

Reverend Teal is a minister, chaplain, artist and storyteller. She specializes in the human-animal bond and all its healing aspects.
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