the flowers on the trees,
by Katherine Heinze
The flowers on the trees
In springtime
Are so white
I am forced to think of heaven
My mind slips into pondering
Whether this is some
Paradise on earth
Twisted amongst us, right now
There is a bright light
Shining all around
In the cinderblock and in the
Fingers that set them in place
Sometimes, I will admit,
I long to hate the world
To crush it
For all its heartbreak and too-soon sunsets
But even in those devilish moments,
Of fire and rath,
I am filled with a love
That I cannot bring myself to turn away from
So, in the springtime
I will throw open my shutters
Unlatch all my doors
And let love wander through
In its own way
And in its own time
We are all drawn to the love
That sleeps inside us,
Waiting to be born
