April in Washington

Around the basin there’s a ring
Of cherry trees now blossoming.
Showing off the city’s best,
They give its residents a rest
From all the darker doings there
That constitute the normal fare.
As I observe the Asian gift,
My spirits get a fleeting lift.
Forgetting everything I know,
I enjoy the annual show,
Admiring in her loveliness,
The harlot in a wedding dress.

 

Bluebells

Blue is the color of sadness,
But they’re not really blue.
The April-blooming bluebells
Are of a purplish hue.

The last time that I saw them
They were past their prime,
And I did feel sadness
For the passing of the time.

 

David Martin is a Washington economist and political commentator.

 

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