A Plausible Explanation for the Redbud

Here is my made-up myth-song for why the Redbud flower is so obviously purple:

Where the meadow meets the wood a dark limbed tree does grow
And in the springtime breezes Redbud blossoms blow
I see them on the road sides on the edges of the lane
Between the tended and the wild, the tangled and the tame
But why it’s called a Redbud I sure would like to know
There is no ruby in its blush, saying don't make it so

When the Redbud was first named It bloomed a scarlet true
But March he was a chilly wind tinged with icy blue
No lovelier a vision; the colors did enchant
Indigo and crimson birthed a miscreant
And thus the wild bred blossom takes on a purple hue
In memory of when wind met flower and flower said I love you
And flower said I love you

copyright 2006

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