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.