The dogwood blooms are tinted like the snow
that often falls when spring is almost here.
No snow forecast by weatherman although
the frost and freeze are sure to be severe.
The dogwood buds will guard against the chill.
A warming sun once more will heat the earth
and dogwood blooms will decorate each hill–
a scene to show this Ozark Regions’ worth.
Until the first warm, happy day in spring,
I’ll wrap within my blanket made of wool,
remembering that lonely cowbell’s ring–
to me there is no sound more beautiful!
When dogwoods bud in springtime, I am free
to answer to my Ozarks calling me.
warm as the sun on robin’s breast
soft as a yarn in blackbird’s nest
cool as the breezes when they blow
pristine as gentle flakes of snow
and tasty as sunflower seeds
or nasty as tough bitterweeds–
polecat babies in black and white,
who stir a stink in dark of night
tornado winds that scalp the hills
and crack the eggs of whippoorwills–
a “fraidy hole”–a cellar deep
where even greenish frogs can creep
a rain surprise in hasty splash
that brings forth thunder with a flash
newborn kittens in loft of hay
song of sparrow at end of day–
dogwood blossoms in Arkansas,
a welcome time chock-full of awe.