//honey locus spring
At the start of spring every year,
like a miracle, overnight
honey locust blossoms appear,
twin to wisteria, but white.
Their sweet scent wafts through my bedroom
window, graceful white caps on a
sea of green leaves. The flower-bloom
makes of the tree a big bouquet.
The newborn leaves, a soft, spring green
in the purity of morning
light, have a luminescent sheen.
The breeze sends them to-and-fro-ing.
Bees form a cloud over the blooms.
The tree’s electric with their hum.
Birds converse and trill as they zoom
about, to twigs and branches come.
Once in a while during the day
I step outside to stand below
the tree, breathe deep, watch flowers sway.
I’m high, my delight overflows.