A yellow star shines
spreading out in five white sparks
holding tight yellow rays popping out
in specks of pepper:
pear blossom.
Blossom clusters fill the tree
petals flittering in the April breeze
perhaps from times before we breathed
imagine rather a million wings
of fairies dancing while the tree sings.
Perhaps each spring when the sun calls
and warms the earth from winter’s thrall
and while our eyes see petals bright
others see fairy wings, smooth and white,
ready to fling with their delicate wings
fairy dust that pears in autumn bring.
Dark heads bobbing
Wings a’throbbing
The star exploding
Dust is floating
Evening gloaming
Fairies roaming:
All in the tree
for you to see.
Photography and Poetry by Sheri Edwards
Of all
the ways
to see
the world,
nothing
allows us
to undertand
the turmoil
more clearly
than to place
its shadowed
silhouette
up against
the backdrop
of white
— Kevin (not sure how this poem began thinking of color and ended up on a social justice theme but it did and I let the words go there)
Hi Kevin,
I know. It hangs over us now, a heavy burden, that we accept in support of our fellow human beings as we learn more of past policies that were obstacles to their success and which are now blatantly designed to hold people back from the opportunities and freedoms that we expect.
When I chose that title, I hesitated at the title “white.” I didn’t like that now that word stirs up controversy and animosity. I want that the color of who each of is, is the color of nature’s beauty and part of our humanness.
Blue forget-me-not
Pink cherry blossoms
Yellow arrowleaf balsamroot [sunflower]
White pear blossoms
Each of nature
Each of beauty
Each unique
Each worthy
as are each of us.
We are “we.”
Thanks for the reminder of the shadows that linger and that must be brought into the light.
~ Sheri