I FORGOT TO REMEMBER
A spring day in May on Primrose Hill
2015 jdj
The chestnut tree so bleak and weary through the winter
Is suddenly transformed overnight
Awash with shimmering green leaves and piles
Of bright white whipped cream cones of flowers tipped with
So many bright red cherry flowers,
looking like an ice cream sundae,
Dance on your boughs in stunning beauty and grace
Like hundreds of white angels singing peacefully
Miss Hawthorn so cold and cruel and sharp in winter’s light
Softens and smiles with new growth that hides her bite
Under millions of shocking pink buds that give shelter
To the robin building her nest deep inside her heart
I forgot to remember the chestnut’s poetry, the
Hawthorns beauty
Beneath the sudden canopy of the sycamore are
The dancing dolls of Queen Annes lace
They come up to our waist and gently touch us
With flowers intertwined in a weave of magic,
a sea of white floats around us
and we are moving in clouds
And undernearth my feet I stop and kneel to
See the tiny wild violet’s sweet flower reach up
From the green to greet the summer with
An innocence of being that is pure and beautiful
Winking at us to stop and enjoy her small elegance
I forgot to remember the clouds of Queen Annes lace
And the purity of the violet
Too soon you give way to nature’s progress and
Leave us with a memory that winter works so hard
To erase
But I will forget to forget and remember,
I will remember not to forget to remember,
Every burst of spring on the hill
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