Discontent Early spring in the subtropics make me wish for that tree, fat with apple blossoms, a host of humming small folk pollinating and feasting. Closing my eyes, I smell again the freshness of a cool April morning, able to call up the seduction of feathery blossom fingers on my cheeks. Would there be felicity without caressing losses and ignoring gains, exalting crystalized narcissus early March in the north of the North while succumbing to the exotic wiles of the glorious cantuta. Now in the late years of my life I wish for an Indian summer instead of a winter of discontent.
About the Author: Rose Mary Boehm is a German-born British national living and writing in Lima, Peru, and author of two novels as well as six poetry collections. Her poetry has been published widely in mostly US poetry reviews (online and print). She was twice nominated for a Pushcart. DO OCEANS HAVE UNDERWATER BORDERS? (Kelsay Books July 2022) and WHISTLING IN THE DARK (Taj Mahal Publishing House July 2022), are both available on Amazon. My seventh collection, SAUDADE, is going to be published by Kelsay early 2023. https://www.rose-mary-boehm-poet.com/
Image Credit: Nicolae Grigorescu “Apple Blossom” Public domain image courtesy of Artvee
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