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Springtime Promenade
by
Camille A. Balla

I catch whiffs of the delicate scent
        from a row of flowering crab trees—

magenta and white—blooms
        that will last for only days.

Walking down the road              
        and around the corner

my eyes are drawn upward
        to surprises here and there—

soft, puffy, bursts of white
        and of pink
poufs, as I name them

exhaling pouf! as I meet another
        magnolia, my spirit being lifted

to the quiet strains of awakening,
        the fresh notes of young passion—

Mother Nature staging the feminine,
        on this day—in this moment.

Come along
        while the magic is here.


© by Camille A. Balla.
Used with the author’s permissio
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Camille A. Balla lives in suburban Chicago. Many of her poems are inspired from the view outside her window, or from her walks along various trails. The author of Simple Awakenings, a chapbook that spans the seasons of the year, she is a life-long learner who enjoys digital photography, small discussion groups, garden walks, trying out new recipes, collecting quotes, and creating greeting cards for family and friends. Camille's poetry has appeared in a wide variety of publications as well as on gift items and greeting cards.

 



Post New Comment:
JanetRuth:
just like being there!! gorgeous. thank-you<3
Posted 05/04/2024 11:08 AM
Darrell Arnold:
My favorite "magic" time just ended. For two weeks, their scent blessed me from a lavender array. The last day of lilacs was the third day of May.
Posted 05/04/2024 08:29 AM
Larry Schug:
For some reason, I feel like the "I" in this poem, a sign of successful writing. Cool. Thanks, Camille.
Posted 05/04/2024 07:46 AM
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