Beth Camp Historical Fiction

Friday, April 23, 2010

Two Spring Poems . . .

Where were you
when the orchid cactus opened
its petals, yellow and red,
and the flower fell
of its own weight
across the spiked leaves
of spring?

Today I walked in a garden alone.
Two carp swam together, golden and black,
their shadow shapes floated
on the bottom of the pool.
Early rhododendron flowers
opened in the shade of bottlebrush pines.
The first cherry blossoms, palest pink,
shimmered against gnarled dark wood,
covering the signs of winter.


  1. Oooooooooooooo....!
    Lonely yet peaceful, no?

  2. The first poem made me catch my breath. The spiked leaves of spring.


  3. So beautiful! Evocative, profound word pictures.