So Loving with Every Stroke

Can it be, those writhing buds
so stoically struggling,
so slowly squeezing their life to be,
are indifferent to inclement weather,
the harsh downpours and frosted breath
of season’s dire mode,
its code so sternly woven
in days of bleak resound.
Yet here they are pushing forward,
glimmering in a sea of noxious weeds,
to breathe in that crisp moist morning,
the allure of a hiding sun despaired,
yet meaning found in buds
of crisp white purity,
bursting with a hope for meager light,
just a small glimpse so right.
And they withdraw a little in pelting rains,
hold those petals in tight relief,
and huddle in pairs as if to support
their undying stand,
eternal hopes for light and remand
from the chill so flagrantly cruel,
but understood of this season,
and for this reason alone, they will prevail.
Then in momentary lapse,
the clouds like graying caps do part,
and sun in weakened state does radiate,
shards like gifts to sate, blessing every bud,
and in the light they unfurl,
white petals so perfect earn their place
as they in open arms embrace the light,
and for one moment the seasons growl abates,
for beauty’s sake.
All in their place,
as seasons direct the paths of so many,
and flowers few do comfort the drenching chills,
assuming by will their lives,
to thrive regardless, they remain
like beacons of hope amid fractious greens,
their courage so life affirming in every way,
as light dances around them.
No matter the season,
miracles live in every hue and nuance of life,
if only for eyes to see them,
each season a unique offering,
a struggling determination of purpose,
against all reason to thrive, not just survive,
and so beauty marks all life,
as if the artists hands so loving with every stroke.
Tony DeLorger © 2018
- Brutal Night - March 30, 2021
- Like a Breeze Recalls - March 27, 2021
- Torrents - September 5, 2020


There is so much beauty in life and you sure know how to express it, Tony. Observing the life and will of the lovely white buds is to know all life. Beautiful, masterful work dear poet. Take care.
Many thanks Phyllis, so pleased you enjoy my nature works. I’m always inspired to write them; only have to look out my window. Take care.