aspect

Dogwood blossoms floating
everywhere in the forest,
amid the early color of oak leaves...

I could take a photograph,
but this aching would not show up
on the pure, technical image.

These dogwood blossoms appear
to be suspended, hanging like wishes
amid Spring's mad plunge
through weary time's branching.

Yes, like wishes, vague white pieces
of a puzzled yearning to gather you
forever into my aching hands.