redbud branch
Have you ever stopped to ponder
The beauty that you see
Whenever you gaze upon
The lovely redbud tree.
It’s cherry blossomed cousins
Put on dramatic show
Their flowers come with presence
But their blossoms quickly go.
The redbud arrives in silence
No festival or cheer
Stately and with purpose
They quietly appear.
Their shock of hue unique
Not red as name suggests
More a mix of pink and purple
Or purpley pink, at best.
Their role is to distract
From cherries’ season end
To share their gift of color
Then covertly fade to blend.
I wonder about human nature
In comparison to these trees
Do you require fanfare
Or can you do your job and leave?
~ Jennifer Chatman