The Redbud Tree
The redbud tree on country lane,
Not red at all,
A pinker hue so rich with soul,
The harbinger of springtime calls,
Before the larger forest trees,
Begin to strain with bits of green,
A lime before its emerald hold,
And, larger leaf as yet unfurled,
The redbud tree on winding road,
It takes the wander’ng eye within,
And, up and down its blackened limb,
With no restraint,
It calls, it calls, it calls, it calls,
With joyous song; a brighter day,
A new beginning round each bend,
With unrelenting thrill twill bring,
Unmasking all our beauteous spring!
Peter Lowell Paulson
April 28, 2019
