Blossom - a poem by S D Wickett
Blossom is a poem written by Bournbrook’s S.D. Wickett.
Blossom is a poem written by Bournbrook’s S D Wickett, and can be read below the appendix. For more of his poems, follow him on his Substack, Instagram account @songsofafoggedmind_ and Twitter account @essdeewickett.
An appendix by S D Wickett: In my childhood home, there was a tree in the garden, visible from my bedroom window. I saw its foliage in all seasons; plentiful in the summer and bereft in the winter. Yet, it is not those months that capture my imagination, but rather the seasons in between. Autumn and Spring, to my mind, are the most poetic of months. I would see the change in that tree most clearly in those transitions. How the leaves would brown in September, darken in October and fall in November. And thus began the gruelling winter, my least favourite season. Though Spring will always come. Blossom, as it were, is the Noah's dove of leaves, the harbinger of longer days and brighter sun. Every spring, for the duration of my childhood and beyond, I'd see the blossom bloom; initially in little infant steps, a few petals here and there, slowly growing until it dominated the tree, and it was cast into a vital shade of rose. Alas, I no longer live in that boyhood home, nor does anyone I know. I have moved on to elsewhere, but the memory of that blossoming tree never left. It is immortal in my mind.
Blossom
Sprout from your slumber,
As all begins again;
The coldness recedes
And whimpers to an end.
Go forth, bright beauty,
Go forth and forthright;
Live in trees by day
And dreams by night.
Now take off in flight
To lands far and wide,
Make the most of your moment;
And when you arrive,
Take it all in stride,
For you won’t have very long.
